Shadows Between the Lines
Md Fozla Rabby
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Sometimes it feels like I am betraying
the people who love me, care for me,
and are concerned about me.
Sometimes it feels I am doing it to myself.
It feels I am out of the line,
and not doing what I was made for.
I don't know why it feels like time is running so fast —
everything moves forward,
but I am stuck at a point where I cannot move.
Sometimes it feels time flies.
'Hayaat' is losing,
but life is not changing as I expected.
Sometimes I cannot forgive myself;
a cruel grief and lamentation darken my soul.
My eyes have flooded my whole world
with the sourest water of my mistaken prudence.
Sometimes it feels I am not as old as they think —
an innocent and soft soul still lives inside me.
Sometimes it feels I have grown enough,
but no one has seen it.
I have fallen into a deep ocean
with no shore
or a single ray of hope.
My mind is full of countless facts to unveil.
My canvas shows a big and horrific question mark,
and I have countless tough puzzles yet to solve.