I am alone, A broken greenhorn. Come and create a refrain, Take the pain. March of rain Come again and again. Take the tear Take the fear, Make me stronger As like storm, As like thunder, March of rain Come again and again. Give me love Give me the shade Give me a hand, That … Continue reading March of Rain
Nobody knows me Nor I know anybody, Though waiting for a phone, Waiting for someone unknown, Who says Yes, I am there always, Someone who cares Someone whom I can trust, Maybe known, maybe unknown. Yes, Spring has come Cuckoo started singing Flowers are blooming, My heart bit is rising But my phone doesn't ringing. … Continue reading Unknown Call
Oh! my pencil Once upon a time, I can hear your voice By touching you I got a wonderful feel. Oh! my pencil Once upon a time, You are on my command Draw my mind Draw What I feel. Oh! my pencil Once upon a time, Then you used to be my painkiller pill You … Continue reading Pencil
Shots by Psizan using iPhone.
I am in a car what running at the speed of 30 km/h and I saw the river . Take my phone and capture it. From century river is the life source of various civilization and now for this trip it is my source of joy.
Ahsan Manzil (Bengali: আহসান মঞ্জিল, Ahsan Monjil) was the official residential palace and seat of the Dhaka Nawab Family. This magnificent building is situated at Kumartoli along the banks of the Buriganga River in Dhaka, Bangladesh. The construction of this palace was started in 1859 and was completed in 1872. It was constructed in the … Continue reading History locked in cage.