Pronil Halder - Writer Author Filmmaker

It was much harder than anyone can imagine of that how did I get over from all your thoughts. Since you've broken up my world, it seems like life's noting but a closed room, where all the lights are off. It's hardest to believe the whole world of mine Having loneliness as friend where no one's to talk. Those choking days may have gone so far But it's still a pain being a key with no lock. I see myself and find that I'm not that romantic Nowadays. Rays of Sun don't make me frantic Anymore. Sky doesn't seem sweet. And it Is the only thing makes me feel I'm growing a bad kid. I know you have gone and won't come back again, But all my feelings of love, have they gone too? Where are they? But sometimes I think if they've gone with you... It's okay. At least I've been able to give you something.

I have just one question and I know it's a nobel one. Why did you leave me alone between this incomplete run? Why did you throw me and show me the end? You know it hurt a lot. In the end of this story of love, that is all I've got. It means no one will be saying, "Oh dear, you're so late." No one will ever be there to show me all my mistakes. No one will be to show her glory in the rain which represents the removal of all the agonies stress and the tense. You know you'll just be an old stripe on heart which is gradually dying tonight. Why the tears are betraying me seeing you go away like a broken kite. From the brightest days of childhood to the last moment just arrived, I've seen rhythms are loosing threads. Today, you didn't leave any song to write.

Dumbru, dum dum... Dumbru, dum dum... Why it plays at the night in me? Is it my heartbeat or confusion? Why does it guide my mind into deep? Why the room seems quite a bigger? Why it feels like I've nothing to figure out? Out there, I see nobody. Why does it feel like I'm lone in city? Sometime, it's peaceful. Sometime, it's awkward. Sometime it feels like I've no alternatives. Is this the only sound left in the kingdom? Why it plays at the night in me?

The science is busy 'cause the night is strong. The line's been drew, the Sun's confused! Betrayal is easy. What's rare are songs! Who's gonna teach here right and wrong? Truth, sympathy? Where are you from? Put'em back there where they do belong. The night is long. I might have used a slight of protest. But I see nukes, they're invisible, always ready and strong. Who's gonna tell me where have I born?!