conservation conversation

somethings we keep
or the things i let go
like a wrinkle on skin
or a footprint in the snow
human dynamics,
you leave me standing still.

What was I waiting for?

I come from one of the poorest, most populated and corrupt countries in the world. No matter which "societal class" someone in Bangladesh belongs to, every single person has at some point or the other had a brush with the struggles inherent to such harsh realities. I can't imagine how someone can turn away.

refreshing memory

my insides are being ripped apart right now...while it hurts, its comforting because its proof that im alive and that every day there will be something or the other that i'll have to deal with. if somethings you hope were more than temporary, but they aren't you don't have to worry, change will always be constant. and this too shall pass.

thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox

I think part of the claim on life is the knowledge of what one is, of what one does, of what one wants; And to freely, utterly and completely acknowledge this is a step that is vital to personal sanity. I feel calm when I know where I stand - and by that I don't mean where I stand in relation to an event or people, rather in relation to my attitude, feeling, emotion, whatever you may call it, to that event or person. In truth, I confuse it with detachment, whereas it really just is delving deeper into yourself and how you are connected to all that is around you. And I think this is what I think of every time someone mentions that God is inside each of us. I better find a way of communicating to him that I don't want him to leave =)

Der Zeit

I think I'm losing sense of time.
Not the time on your wrist,
Not the time ticking faster than the gecko-on-your-wall
Not the time in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, and now two decades
Rather the time in life
The time that you live, with your heart pumping at its threshold
The time that gains as much credibility as the faith I lose in myself.

Comes and Goes -- Dido

Some days I want love and some days I don't
Sometimes I can feel it and suddenly it's gone
Some days I can tell you the truth and some days I just don't

Only a change of mood
Sun goes down
Someone says something too quick or too soon

A touch not made
One made too late
Armies of words cannot hope to contain

Then it comes and it goes
And I have no control

Some days I can think clear and some days I won't
Sometimes I can feel it and suddenly it's gone
Some days I am strong and some days my skin's broken and thin

That's when it feels and it takes what it needs
And it leaves before I get to know

It's only a step away
Moments that armies of words cannot hope to contain

Then it comes and it goes
And I can't make it home

And there's nothing at home
And it breaks me when it goes

Some days I want love and some days I don't
Sometimes I can feel it and suddenly it's gone
Some days I can tell you the truth and some days I just don't

Only a change of mood
Dream comes out
Someone tells something to quick or too soon

A move not made
One made too late
Armies of words cannot hope to contain

Then it comes and it goes
And I seem to hope

And there's nothing at home
And it breaks me when it goes

sudden alchemy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUY8CQ08PRM