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I haven't been able to move on from those strong faiths which are my ideals but others' play cards. No, I am not an extremist. I am modest of my form but some root factors keeps me rotating, sorry, I can't just move away from them just like my upper lip can't move away from my teeth and my jaw. I really can't express my whole self on this immobilized note. Hope nobody interferes again, hope I don't bleed again. I, kiss the serenity of the actual me but I also travel to and fro to bring with me the touch of the boon and bane of weather. It's not that I love weather a lot, rather, I want to be a stone, now but maybe in this way only stones weather away. You know what, I won't mingle from now on, it costs too much, too much of me from me. But I love to see people in pair. So I move to and fro, like my lower lip does in the whole institution of the skull. My root factors and the climate goes in dalliance. They give me a tastemaker for the recipe of my life. On that note, let me say, my life starts and ends at the tounge. Whatever the lower lip brings in the tounge tastes. Just if it juts out on their jokes, you become their friend forever. And if you bite it to see some fault, you become their dramatic lover. Full use of it's flexibility, hehe. Yes, no wonder they do love you, give you immense love and they want you. But you know what, a rock is made to dust, and they all prove that on you. At first, they makes you smoothened with some alienated blows, for which you fall for them and for which you start to fall. Fall how? Lemme explain! At first that love appears to be something never received, so sweet, the world's sweetest product on the taste buds. You start to know them more, more beautifully. Somehow, they become your salt in cold, pale rice like you who was degrading with the pressure of dark thoughts and loneliness. Well, although you believe you are unlovable, they will pester you you are the greatest. Salty and fun, and a bit naughty tangy too! But you know, at a point you will reach when you will try to correct something of them. But you don't have what I have on my upper lip, those root factors... Sour, some stale, few acidic burp comes out. But for the first time I got such a love, I can't leave them, I need them. For that I pull my upper lip to move and move more to mould myself in the process of losing myself more and more to the maximum level. Ever experienced how a over squeezed lemon feels? Yes tremendously bitter... Maybe moved much of my root factors for them, they became too too bitter. Then if it goes in through the throat, nothing lesser than the toxic vile that kills you. You try spit and vomit them out. Even if you succeed in that, traces of bitterness lives there in abundance. Only if you were a stone, I wish again. You are nothing but a blood and flesh idol left, oh me! But those stains of bitterness checks your humanness. A scale indeed! Where the unit is tear. The more you can cry, the more gets fulfilled the purpose of the bitterness. Yes, I cried a lot and many feelings has came and gone. Yeah, today I want to be a stone, feeling to kill feelings, ironical, isn't it? Well, how much blabber to not feel, but fortunately and unfortunately, I am still a human. And you know, I have a wish, another wish... I want to feel weather of inside. My tounge won't anymore take inside any sugar to make bitter. I will taste the salt of my sufferings. They say, "চোখের জলের হয়না কোনো রং" (The tear don't hold any colour). Even if the second line never came I knew, "তবু কত রঙের ছবি আছে আঁকা" (Still it has paintings of several colours on it). I know, I know. So I wanna taste how much stale or decayed my inner self is. They say, tears taste saline. Does it decipher its rotten nature? Or am I still... Even if I remain more for loving, I will be only loving the reminiscing root factors, nothing else. Yes, I will taste the salinity of my sufferings. I will feel my inner me. I won't allow anyone to intrude. I will be the guide of myself. I will keep a check on the weather inside, I won't be near a ideal to the scale of bitterness anymore. I will live a bit more.
I haven't been able to move on from those strong faiths which are my ideals but others' play cards. No, I am not an extremist. I am modest of my form but some root factors keeps me rotating, sorry, I can't just move away from them just like my upper lip can't move away from my teeth and my jaw. I really can't express my whole self on this immobilized note. Hope nobody interferes again, hope I don't bleed again. I, kiss the serenity of the actual me but I also travel to and fro to bring with me the touch of the boon and bane of weather. It's not that I love weather a lot, rather, I want to be a stone, now but maybe in this way only stones weather away. You know what, I won't mingle from now on, it costs too much, too much of me from me. But I love to see people in pair. So I move to and fro, like my lower lip does in the whole institution of the skull. My root factors and the climate goes in dalliance. They give me a tastemaker for the recipe of my life. On that note, let me say, my life starts and ends at the tounge. Whatever the lower lip brings in the tounge tastes. Just if it juts out on their jokes, you become their friend forever. And if you bite it to see some fault, you become their dramatic lover. Full use of it's flexibility, hehe. Yes, no wonder they do love you, give you immense love and they want you. But you know what, a rock is made to dust, and they all prove that on you. At first, they makes you smoothened with some alienated blows, for which you fall for them and for which you start to fall. Fall how? Lemme explain! At first that love appears to be something never received, so sweet, the world's sweetest product on the taste buds. You start to know them more, more beautifully. Somehow, they become your salt in cold, pale rice like you who was degrading with the pressure of dark thoughts and loneliness. Well, although you believe you are unlovable, they will pester you you are the greatest. Salty and fun, and a bit naughty tangy too! But you know, at a point you will reach when you will try to correct something of them. But you don't have what I have on my upper lip, those root factors... Sour, some stale, few acidic burp comes out. But for the first time I got such a love, I can't leave them, I need them. For that I pull my upper lip to move and move more to mould myself in the process of losing myself more and more to the maximum level. Ever experienced how a over squeezed lemon feels? Yes tremendously bitter... Maybe moved much of my root factors for them, they became too too bitter. Then if it goes in through the throat, nothing lesser than the toxic vile that kills you. You try spit and vomit them out. Even if you succeed in that, traces of bitterness lives there in abundance. Only if you were a stone, I wish again. You are nothing but a blood and flesh idol left, oh me! But those stains of bitterness checks your humanness. A scale indeed! Where the unit is tear. The more you can cry, the more gets fulfilled the purpose of the bitterness. Yes, I cried a lot and many feelings has came and gone. Yeah, today I want to be a stone, feeling to kill feelings, ironical, isn't it? Well, how much blabber to not feel, but fortunately and unfortunately, I am still a human. And you know, I have a wish, another wish... I want to feel weather of inside. My tounge won't anymore take inside any sugar to make bitter. I will taste the salt of my sufferings. They say, "চোখের জলের হয়না কোনো রং" (The tear don't hold any colour). Even if the second line never came I knew, "তবু কত রঙের ছবি আছে আঁকা" (Still it has paintings of several colours on it). I know, I know. So I wanna taste how much stale or decayed my inner self is. They say, tears taste saline. Does it decipher its rotten nature? Or am I still... Even if I remain more for loving, I will be only loving the reminiscing root factors, nothing else. Yes, I will taste the salinity of my sufferings. I will feel my inner me. I won't allow anyone to intrude. I will be the guide of myself. I will keep a check on the weather inside, I won't be near a ideal to the scale of bitterness anymore. I will live a bit more.
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