Pronil Halder - Writer Author Filmmaker

Oh crimson Sun, wake up and heal me with your touch. You feel me by your heat; oh feed me with your blood! On this darkest, cursed night of any existed past I have drunken myself sweat of all my bros upon their hearts. Oh crimson Sun, complete me with your rage on the desert. You have made me will to live and you have made me remain strong And none of these does teach to keep quite where king regains wrong, And I will never let be quite the thousand people's song! Oh crimson Sun, wake up and heal me with your touch. You feel me by your heat; oh feed me with your blood!                

He loves to stay single Thus always the jingles Enchant and mingle for him. He makes his own door. He himself is the cure Of all his desires and dreams. Let him fly... On the sky... At least he's not lone. The world all his own. This wonderful boy so charming. Let him try... Occupy... He sees there no cages And boundaries of ages and sins. Oh you know he sees there no cages And boundaries of ages and sins.                 

I see the night and wind argue That who will be this madness' heir. No impressionist can express The virtue of this lonely air. I'm just a head in this huge audience. I'm here to beg for a bit blessing. But now, seeing sky's alcoholic dressing, Guess, I've never been blessed better.        

Mom, I beg your pardon today. Earth, you hide me with your shameful dust. Ground, don't cry now, somehow you must Hide my love, forever, in your crust. Ganges, you may be great enough to build Up this world green, but still it'd kill You to sink down my love in your depth, forever, So that I could reach to it in future, never.