Saturday, January 9, 2016, Poush 26, 1422 BS, Rabiul Awal 27, 1437 Hijri


Prose-Poem
Anecdotes
Ahmed Tahsin Shams
Published :Saturday, 9 January, 2016,  Time : 12:00 AM  View Count : 22

1
On the 14th of December, it was her last farewell-call; yet my breath is not out of function. The 6-month-war, which officially shimmered in summer and bid bye in winter, is still greener and yellower than many of the yesterdays, and of all yet to be born!   
2
If I am bestowed capital punishment (If I had belonged to those regions) for? perhaps committing adultery or being an atheist, I would choose stoning rather than beheading.
Do you remember those days? The most blissful tenant, once upon a time, my neck had in this life (till now) was your soft rosy Cupid's Bow, the vermilions!
3
I sold my wedding ring. Everyone faces the other side of the capitalist-coin in this century. Some friends suggested selling my red-black sporty bicycle as it worth almost equal to that tiny-diamond. I guess, you got it why I couldn't let it go.
4
Magic! Isn't it? You left and I am still alive.
5
If God were not blind, you would have been watching 'A Walk to Remember' with me in this desert.
6
50 years, it has been! Everything changed, many met its age. Yet, the same immature child I am. The age of Christina Perri's 'A Thousand Years' faced no growth. 
7
I got a secret vault -- the scabbard at the bottom of my book-shelf. From inside, one piece of hand-written letter often hums Rabindra Sangeet at nights. 
8
Often my closed-eyes revisit the dark blue shawl on your beam-white kamiz. And the way you bite your pen (unfortunately not mine), those binge-maker -- oval-shaped vermilions, as if twins of healthy oranges, ? Ops! I titled it mirco, not epic.
9
At the age of 26, a highly professional English language tutor lost his way to home being away from a 2-min distance. He was kissed by delight on that evening.
10
While passing the playground near my home, my rickshaw moves on, my feet do the same; but my eyes and visions always find it hard to keep pace with.
11
One hair is always there to make my head feel that it's not bald yet. 

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