I'm trying to hold on....
on the edge of pain...
I turned my back to fate
because when i am with
আপনি i've got it all....
I't buried deep within me
the thorns of the past
that i don't want আপনি to feel....
I couldn't stand to see আপনি bleed...
Looking at the sky
and wondering....how would it be
if i could fly....
but that's pnly a childish dream....
Can't let go....and never will....
Confused....alone...
pretending someone else
can come and save my soul...
I cannot restrain the beast
which dwells inside....
i have already প্রদত্ত my fight....
tried to kill the pain....
but only brought more....
and for what...
to stay somewhere i don't belong....
But suddenly the rainclouds
driffted way...
under the sun of
one longed sunny day....
all the tears started to fade....
the very first moment i saw your face....
And i felt like sinking into
a long forgotten fairytale....
My soul pages were blunk....
only painted দ্বারা the blood.....
I tried to escape from the lies....
but i kept falling ike a stone
into the deep waters of emptiness....
Only time told its' tale...
and it all has been in vain....
My soul was sleeping somewhere cold....
fighting....into the looking glass wars....
The truth is hiding in your eyes....
all i need is a smile to embrace the sadness...
a grin to control the madness....
A gaze....a laugh.....
all i have ever felt was death's lust....
I know pain has just begun....
and i am trying to hold on....
pull myself together and go on....
Escape this dark path
which leads me to decay....
There's nothing left....
the fear is gone....
only প্রণয় can fix the broken pieces....
I know i'm not the perfect one....
but i প্রণয় you....
so please....stay.....
cause when i'm with আপনি I've got it all....
on the edge of pain...
I turned my back to fate
because when i am with
আপনি i've got it all....
I't buried deep within me
the thorns of the past
that i don't want আপনি to feel....
I couldn't stand to see আপনি bleed...
Looking at the sky
and wondering....how would it be
if i could fly....
but that's pnly a childish dream....
Can't let go....and never will....
Confused....alone...
pretending someone else
can come and save my soul...
I cannot restrain the beast
which dwells inside....
i have already প্রদত্ত my fight....
tried to kill the pain....
but only brought more....
and for what...
to stay somewhere i don't belong....
But suddenly the rainclouds
driffted way...
under the sun of
one longed sunny day....
all the tears started to fade....
the very first moment i saw your face....
And i felt like sinking into
a long forgotten fairytale....
My soul pages were blunk....
only painted দ্বারা the blood.....
I tried to escape from the lies....
but i kept falling ike a stone
into the deep waters of emptiness....
Only time told its' tale...
and it all has been in vain....
My soul was sleeping somewhere cold....
fighting....into the looking glass wars....
The truth is hiding in your eyes....
all i need is a smile to embrace the sadness...
a grin to control the madness....
A gaze....a laugh.....
all i have ever felt was death's lust....
I know pain has just begun....
and i am trying to hold on....
pull myself together and go on....
Escape this dark path
which leads me to decay....
There's nothing left....
the fear is gone....
only প্রণয় can fix the broken pieces....
I know i'm not the perfect one....
but i প্রণয় you....
so please....stay.....
cause when i'm with আপনি I've got it all....
When does প্রণয় become something we need, rather than something we want? প্রণয় was seen as something special a long time ago. Now প্রণয় is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. প্রণয় is common currency when আপনি are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older আপনি get. Do we not care about the substance of what প্রণয় was and not what it has been made into today দ্বারা commercialisation from American চলচ্চিত্র and টেলিভিশন commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience প্রণয় for real, can we মতামত and judge others who are in Love. প্রণয় means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of প্রণয় is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? প্রণয় is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.