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first time making a short flim

And it suck to edit the video, takes a long time, and still it Won't turn itself how I wanted to...

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Watching Delhi Crime SO2...

I have to say, sharp editing and story telling. And the ending is just to the point irony of storytelling.

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Happy birthday to me.... Fuck—that sound wearied as shit. সবাই জিজ্ঞেস করছিল কি করিস, কবে টিট্র দিবি, ইনবস্কে মেলা হেনতেন-হিবিজিবি...

তবে আমার জন্য এই দিনটা ৩৬৫ দিনের মত একটি সাধারণ দিন।

এমন ভাবছিলাম, যখন আজ দুপুরে নামলাম বিশ্বজয়ে, নুডলস বানাতো সেইরকম কষ্ট গেল গরমে, তারপর সিদ্ধ কর, ভাজো, সব করলাম, এবং পরীশেষে হলো খাবার বেলা। কিন্তু একটুখানি খেয়ে বুঝলাম Instant Noodles বানালেই ভালো হতো। কারণ সবটাই গোঁজামিল হয়ে গেল, বিস্বাদের টেকায় হার মানা জয়ী।

কি আর করা, এই অচেনা অখ্যাত অবিজয়ী আতিফের জন্মদিন পাড়ি দেয়া পথ।

তাই বিস্বাদ লাগা নুডলস মুখে নিয়ে বলি happy birthday to me...

Man, that still sound lonely as shit.

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Book cover by atif shahjad

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Few of my book cover work

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Check it out on Amazon...

Subtitle of that story; I do not give a fuck (Dusty Blue)

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All of Me, poetry book cover design

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What is it which lives through the endless time?

Love, money, rules, order, honor, dreams, ideas, life's misery, or only a story. Because stories evolve around the truth. It captures. It's a keeper. It's that faith that makes it unbind in morals. This is where we grew up to be human. Where others have been blamed for our desire, love, and life. Because this epic poetry speaks about our lives. When the shadow of our soul has questioned the irony of what was in front of us,

how did we see it?

When I was the one who took those moments and stood there raw naked, so they could make out the reasons what they had not seen. In a story, we live on forevermore. This is subtitle of that story; I do give a fuck, what they could not hide behind those dark lather skin we made. It's about what I see what front of me, beyond that manmade unwelcome attraction peaking in view.

—atif shahjad

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Poets dream, dusty blue related poetry book, available on Amazon

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All of Me (Dusty Blue) (English Edition)

In the second volume of the dusty blue poetry series, the poet takes you on a journey to gain the meaning of life, where your want and desire are told in the third person point of view. Then let's have the tastes of the thick skin you wear in your body to hide.

Here in each poem, poets debate about all that we live and have gone through and wish to have. Because if you can see a little, you can see everything, because that's all of me I have.

I, you, he, she, we, and this ruthless world were born in the past because we lived a wicked life, wanted to have what's ours to hold, the winning and the losing, everything.

In subtitle of that story; I do give fuck, stories are tied to epic qualities of a new and convincing reality for the contemporary reader. Because stories are the keeper of all things.

And poets dream is about, I have a fantasy to share with you, which is bound up with the people around. The ending is just the beginning that summons power to the poetry from deep beneath its surface.

Therefore every poem here is about those timeless mazes where we live and tell our story about all of us.

It's about you, it's about me, it's about all of me.

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OSTOROSA; ALL THE RIVER STREAM IN LIFES POETRY

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 New Book Cover Art

Word Clitoris Awake: Feelings are defeated in the fragmentation of the real story (Dusty Blue)

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Word Clitoris Awake: Feelings are defeated in the fragmentation of the real story (Dusty Blue)

Here in Each included postmodernism narrative poem tells such a story_ a murderer kills people because he is manmade in ordinary society, why love is unbelievable, the body of a sold-out prostituted teenager in a red petticoat, life story about a goddess, a lover seeks love from his beloved, epic story of the moving world seen in the telescope, captivity in the fence of questions, lighthouse rejoicing, destruction of civilization, hidden fear, unspoken words, love espresso, symbolic thoughts, fascination, luxury, silence, life story, desire to be accused God, appeal to perfection, Bengali traveler, and many more.

There is a saying, every great shelf begins with a tiny particle, every poetry is born in the guise of a story.

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OSTOROSA; ALL THE RIVER STREAM IN LIFES POETRY

This book is about life's ups and downs where life replays in poets writing in three fragments. In search of a soul you will discover many paths of life, event that comes and goes, but leaves an aching scar, and too many why and why not. In lost spring you will find all life worth where your sweet sorrow brightens your daylight, where he, she, and poet struggle to live truly. In you wherein everyone's life, another person has their part to play. But life just doesn't go the way we dream to have us, where bitter you don’t exist.

Here poet gets lost in monster abbeys where he tries to walk thousands of years lifetime to another magic realm, to have life's poetry, where living makes it worth. Poet reflects this type of poetry to help you see the inner beauty in the mirror, find the strength to conquer your love, loss, grief, death & reality, and to remind life's like rivers stream, here we live because it's worth living to see all the ups and downs in life's sea.

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Red petticoat

Do you want something, sir?

A young girl,

this one is upstairs.

Let's not worry.

Get up, a customer coming,

bitch, wake up from the bed.

the body says God forbid,

I haven't slept since last week.

Let me sleep for a while,

you don't have to make money today.

Mule says if you don't ride the raft,

I have to die without eating tomorrow,

Now, get up bitch.

Secluded fallen body woke up

half asleep

hymn draped all over on petticoat

goes to bed in contempt and open up rusty blouse

rest of the clothes,

half-open eyes look at faded paint on the roof,

that is a lying animal,

What? Won't you come, sir?

 

British house on the side of a broken road,

middle of the large room, few beds.

Here, after losing virginity

adolescent girls become women.

Although they are young

they are not girls anymore

used object, decay in thirsty fatigue_

every soul_

to survive a perverted body.

In the twilight raft corpse's eater can be seen

there is no cheap mascot on the side of the road.

I've heard a lot, couldn't understand

what happens inside a lustful mind?

Touch of the body runs through mind-door_

the body appears in the corpse hole

as if she is an object un-mind.

As a buyer, I want cold meat

buried alive within another body.

Worship the body

my body wants happiness in a broken soul.

Body gives passionate love promise,

my cadaver can give you a paradise of happiness.

What? Won't you come, sir?

In answer, spells majaab religion believes rules lord god all forgotten

the body appears in the corpse hole.

 

After a short worship

red petticoat fills with happiness toxin

living body limits the passage of cold flesh.

And sir,

Abandoned the thousand dollars and went back to his forsaken attraction.

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In poetry, we seek certainty, we seek ourselves. You will be lost in the prose of this postmodern poetry book Word Clitoris Awake. Because the words on these pages are dedicated to helping you see the inner beauty in the mirror, what's stay in-between, finding the strength to conquer your love, loss, grief, death & reality, gaining the confidence to ask, discover the truth about life insecurities, and to remind why you are such a powerful creature, and still, you’re the weakest.

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I, you, he, she, we, and this ruthless world (Dusty Blue)

New book cover...