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Mohammad Nayeem writes: June 2011
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His thoughts, imaginations, dreams, perceptions. Tuesday, June 28, 2011. The love at first the sight. Suddenly the next instant. Just transforms to hatred. Often the right thoughts. Ends up by being wrong. That seems simple, sober. In real are quite defiant. So one has to learn a lot. Certainly it makes sense. Think twice of judgement. Better to have patience. Not jumping to conclusion. And this way many a loss. Is rather easy to prevent. Tuesday, June 28, 2011. Friday, June 24, 2011. My First Blog Award.
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Mohammad Nayeem writes: April 2011
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His thoughts, imaginations, dreams, perceptions. Sunday, April 24, 2011. The life is what the thoughts make of it. Past, present and the future closely knit. Without any edges almost as if endless. Neither escapes thro’ corner or conduit. Borders and boundaries round as world. And no matter to where you reach out. Your steps will always make you return. It is almost impossible to find out an exit. You have to remain and you will remain. Enduring all the sorrows and the pains. Sunday, April 24, 2011.
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Mohammad Nayeem writes: MY VALENTINE SONG
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His thoughts, imaginations, dreams, perceptions. Friday, February 13, 2015. Finally this day, and quite a few days before too,. I’ve been thinking of you and still thinking of you. The reason for this, maybe I know or know not. And wondering as to about this you’ve any clue. But again it’s not about the reasons or questions. There aren’t answers but the existence is true. Of the feelings that is there somewhere within. In the hearts of both of us, for me n’ also for you. Friday, February 13, 2015. If the...
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Mohammad Nayeem writes: February 2015
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His thoughts, imaginations, dreams, perceptions. Friday, February 13, 2015. Finally this day, and quite a few days before too,. I’ve been thinking of you and still thinking of you. The reason for this, maybe I know or know not. And wondering as to about this you’ve any clue. But again it’s not about the reasons or questions. There aren’t answers but the existence is true. Of the feelings that is there somewhere within. In the hearts of both of us, for me n’ also for you. Friday, February 13, 2015. Like m...
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Mohammad Nayeem writes: December 2010
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His thoughts, imaginations, dreams, perceptions. Friday, December 31, 2010. TILL DEATH AND BEYOND. I will hold you till death and beyond. And be with you no matter to where. Ever you go, either to heaven or hell. Of my presence you’ll always be aware. I won’t leave you for this world. Nor will I leave you for the heavens. Neither for anything else whatever. I will always make you feel my presence. From the earth up to the skies. In each and every bit of the atmosphere. Holding on to your solitude forever.
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Mohammad Nayeem writes: January 2015
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His thoughts, imaginations, dreams, perceptions. Tuesday, January 13, 2015. WHERE PEN EQUALS PAIN. Over paper vivid colors they sprinkle. Upon which fire of hatred does kindle. It is not just about satire and humor. Clearly the brush stains a dirty color. It is showed as freedom to express. But only dirt and filth it tries to harness. Should it be just freedom not judgement. And not care about others' sentiment. The power with which revolt sustain. Now that pen is used to deliver pain. My First Blog Award.
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Mohammad Nayeem writes: October 2011
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His thoughts, imaginations, dreams, perceptions. Sunday, October 16, 2011. It is a sweet smell around. The aroma filling the heart. And relinquishing the soul. Captivating into a paradise. It is the garden of flowers. That blossom thro’ hearts. Also blessings in disguise. And this fragrance I’ve felt. As it has filled up my lungs. This I don’t want to exhale. And never want to sacrifice. For only this I have longed. And now when I’ve found. The feeling is quite abstract. And this I can’t summarize. He wh...
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Mohammad Nayeem writes: WHERE PEN EQUALS PAIN
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His thoughts, imaginations, dreams, perceptions. Tuesday, January 13, 2015. WHERE PEN EQUALS PAIN. Over paper vivid colors they sprinkle. Upon which fire of hatred does kindle. It is not just about satire and humor. Clearly the brush stains a dirty color. It is showed as freedom to express. But only dirt and filth it tries to harness. Should it be just freedom not judgement. And not care about others' sentiment. The power with which revolt sustain. Now that pen is used to deliver pain. My First Blog Award.
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Mohammad Nayeem writes: February 2012
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His thoughts, imaginations, dreams, perceptions. Tuesday, February 14, 2012. It’s your presence that I always feel. Even in your absence this happens. And I’m kind a lost in your thoughts. May be as if I’m possessed by you. Wherever I go, you remain so close. Your voice like some pleasant noise. Keeps on echoing through my ears. And I feel as I’m possessed by you. Even if I am running away from you. I find myself rushing towards you. It just almost as a helpless escape. For now I seem to be habituated.
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Mohammad Nayeem writes: April 2012
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His thoughts, imaginations, dreams, perceptions. Tuesday, April 10, 2012. I think I love you as much as I hate you. Both feelings contemplates each other. For I going mad and crazy with myself. As contrary sentiments come together. I guess I’ve lost everything by loving you. And now I’m a total stranger to myself. For you have overpowered my senses. Where now only your thoughts gather. What should I do now and where to go. As everywhere your thoughts follow. Helpless I’m to remove you off my mind. Tuesda...
