Words are evolving in
Labyrinth the wrong channel
Nothing is spared to see
In the dust of the art gallery
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[You don't need the drug to enjoy Pink Floyd, but you need Pink Floyd to enjoy the drug.]
And finally, I understand,
‘I never had the nerve to make the final cut'—
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Moheen (aka Moheen Reeyad) , poet, writer, illustrator, freelance journalist and internet activist. An activist of a next ultramodern philosophy after Postmodernism, known as Drishtantaism (along with poet Shobuj Taposh) , who keep a couple of responsibilities, - writings, publishing little magazines, making the film; for inspiring an entire generation to develop concept poetry.)
Red Blue Lamps
Words are evolving in
Labyrinth the wrong channel
Nothing is spared to see
In the dust of the art gallery
Nothing is spared to know
In all genre of arts
I sit unmindfully
In the little attic of sense
My streets, my world are red-blue lamps
I flow in the shivering lights of shackles
My streets, my world are red-blue lamps
I flow in the shivering lights of shackles
My crying is the lonely night
Thinking over wrong and right
Lonely Voyager of the spring
Make me drowned and make me flown
The smashing of morn and evening
Make me feeble and so tiring
I'm engulfed I'm shattered
A thousand hurdles make me boring
Fly the errors in your skies
Set me in all darkness
I'm eternal in my line
All will be lost on the world of mine