শুভ্রা

14/02/2026

Freaks

03/01/2026

Before spring arrived

24/11/2025

The hunger to own certain difficult things makes us forget how effortlessly we already own some trees, some birds, some humans, an entire world, a whole universe and a dearest God.

How effortlessly! 💌

03/11/2025

autumn left me brown n bare

10/10/2025

19/09/2025

When you kiss me, heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see La Vie en Rose

17/09/2025

"Dear Autumn,
Can you not color me yellow? Yellow empties me..."

15/09/2025

Soul of the tree

14/09/2025

I need some wind. Actually, a lot of wind...

09/09/2025

Aren't we all feeling so terrible everyday because we're unable to express ourselves? To express what we truly are? Maybe someone over there is so desperate to make a film. Maybe someone over there is so desperate to write a novel. Maybe someone over there is so desperate to sing a song. Maybe someone over there is so desperate to do a painting. Maybe someone over there is so desperate to visit a place. Because maybe the film, the novel, the song, the painting or the place could express them. Because maybe the film, the novel, the song, the painting or the place could be a reflection of their souls. Maybe we all are so desperate just to express ourselves. Through something we love. Through something we have. And maybe we, ourselves, are unaware of this. Unaware of this longing to express. Unaware of this longing to be seen. Unaware of how we love what we are. Unaware of how we love to show the world our beauties. And our souls. Or something that reflects our souls. Maybe we're so much sad only because of the longing for expressing ourselves a little more everyday.

25/08/2025

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