§ Preface
“If the distance were shorter,
I would find my way to you.”
A quiet dreamer from West Bengal, trying — one line, one page, one project at a time — to be a better version of yesterday's self.
About Me
“I am trying and doing my best to update myself — a lover of poetry and words.”
I'm Masud, an Electrical Engineering student at Aliah University with a passion for content writing and poetry. I believe in the power of words to connect people and express what the heart cannot speak aloud.
What I Do
Crafting meaningful words that engage, inform, and inspire readers across different platforms.
Writing Bengali and English poetry — using rhythm and emotion to tell stories that matter.
Grounded in scientific thinking with a curiosity to understand the world around me.
Building clean, elegant websites using HTML, CSS and JavaScript — turning ideas into real, live experiences on the web.
Committed to continuous learning and becoming the best version of myself every single day.
My Poems
If the distance were shorter, If I could come to you whenever my heart desired, How happy I would be We would sit together for endless chats, Share cups of tea, And lose ourselves in stories, Laughter echoing between sips and smiles. But this distance It stands like a wall between us, A silent pause in our togetherness. So I must find a way, A way to close the space between us soon, Because my heart can't wait much longer To be near you again.
It never shouts, nor is it a blinding brightness silent, calm, yet profound. In the middle of ordinary days, suddenly it can be found in a gentle smile, in a moment that softly cuts into the heart. A ray of light—perhaps bright, perhaps faint, yet the search continues every day. The fear of losing it, a bond drawn by an endless, invisible pull. A single drop of light within the darkness reminds me if you are searching for me, begin by searching within yourself.
This path moves forward Like the sky that never fades away, Silently, it moves on—unceasing, Like the unseen flow of air, Always striving to reach the destination. Even if time comes to an end, Like the cover of a worn-out book, Still, effortlessly I search anew, With tireless effort and endless hope, For that one true destination. Through the long road of the past, I leave behind moments in silence, Following the structure of time, As if it gently leads me To the purpose of my journey's end.
I thought I was the one choosing silence But it was silence that had chosen me. The words that were never spoken, They did not disappear They took another form, and lived on, Somewhere inside the folds of time. You are far away, that much is true But is distance only measured in miles? Or is it the name we give To everything that was never said? Some truths settle like stone within the soul Silent as the wind that cannot be seen, Yet powerful enough to change everything. Perhaps silence is not weakness Perhaps it is the only language That never lies.
Selected Works