Walin Ahmed

When the bird tried to take its first flight, it just gave a small jump. A small jump is not called flying. But a small jump is all that was possible. The bird looked around and saw everyone flying. Its mother screamed to look at them, but the more the bird looked, the smaller it felt. The bird wanted to fly with its wings, but it didn't know how to use them. The wings remained there. The bird slowly learned to walk, to jump, and to run, but it didn't want to fly. To be able to fly is not possible now, it thought. It was known around as the bird that walked. The bird grew up cheerfully thinking about its uniqueness. But the bird never knew how to use those wings; it never considered their existence.

The many big projects taken on by the many famous men before me to accomplish something exceptional have rendered them to a quality very few can replicate. I revere them, for they didn't sleep on their level. They saw life as an opportunity, not as a nuisance. An opportunity to explore and grow themselves into unprecedented forms. They are not special, but they did something special. I respect these men for their willingness to push themselves to a point where even their senses question the purpose of such effort. But they endure and come out ever stronger and formidable. The force of nature tries to turn them down, because nature doesn't like breaking rules. Breaking something doesn't feel natural to the untrained eyes. Breaking something feels wrong to the people who never try. But breaking is just as natural as creating. In fact, breaking is more necessary, sometimes a precursor to creating something. I'm inspired by these men who break themselves and build themselve...

I stay aloof– far from the noises outside. I listen to my own inner voice. Silencing that voice only amplifies the outside noises.  So, there is a good chance I will not actively seek interaction unless there is a necessity. And I will also expect someone else to do so. I won't be mad or sad for such approaches. In fact, I'll appreciate the honesty for reaching me out. I am absent from almost all the virtual social platforms. I spend my time with books that challenge my stances, pens that put my thoughts out, music that elevates my moments, friends who inspire transformation and family who share my place in the world. If you happen to pique any interest in me, just know some of my tastes: Music : Rap/Hip-Hop, Alternative; Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, J. Cole, NF, Pink Floyd, Ed Sheeran Arnob; Automatic For The People, Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers, From Zero. Film : 12 Angry Men, Into The Wild, The Shawshank Redemption, Interstellar, Two: A Film Fable. Book : Sapiens, Oxford Adv...

A life with love is a life that's been lived. A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved. You got to see the person I have become.     - Ed Sheeran, Supermarket Flowers .  

আমার খোঁজ আমায় খুঁজে পাবে—  তারাদের মাঝে। রজনীগন্ধ্যায়— শরতের সাঁঝে। আমায় খুঁজে পাবে—  খো লা জানালায়। সাগরপারে— দখিনা হাওয়ায়। আমায় খুঁজে পাবে—  ক ল্লোল কলরবে। ধ্বংস্তুপে— নিষ্পেষিত ভৈরবে। আমায় খুঁজে পাবে— স্রষ্টার  হাতে। মৃত্তিকায়— সৃষ্টির সাথে। আমায় খুঁজে পাবে—  সময়ের শেষে। পুণর্মিলনে— স্মৃতির বেশে। আমায় খুঁজে পাবে—  এক বাক্যে। সর্বত্র— পঠিত কাব্যে। কোথায় পাবে না আমায়— খুঁজতে যদি যাও? চোখ মেলে চাও, যদি চোখ মেলতে চাও। - Mr. Ahmed 26.05.25

Echo Chamber You hear it ever nearer– coming towards you, or leaving you behind. Is it ever closer, or just a frail chase. The point gets lost, in the lines of sketch. The end meets the beginning. Artistry is a tapestry, of those unable to speak. Of those who only seeks. Of those who only mimicks, the tapestry of artistry. The message gets lost in the whirl. But then those come who spin together. Trying to feel the wind, how it intertwines the hair with the skin. How it takes a motionless object- to a subjective being. The message wasn't lost. It was found as the whirl. - Mr. Ahmed 20.05.25