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The Last Loaf

“The Last Loaf” I left the darkness in me and in the past, remains the best of me what is left is a void sea and surges within it, an unknown to see “I don't feel like keeping ideals. (human ideals) They are a burden.” demon seeks freedom and it wishes to embrace the shadows. and it chose to fear God (follow divine ideals) because God chose to make it fearsome – even at the bare thought. and in fear it flapped its wings and a gust of wind tore the lands apart upon which lowlives lived in peace it chose to shackle its desires (nafs) for they were an obstacle to ideals, and since the ideals were no more they shall burn in flames, altogether. and it was alone, writing poems realizing it all in words on papers; before it would be unleashed on the lowlives and their brethren, and the rain of flames would wash away the sins of the past into the dark river. But then, God’s ideals were broken and the demon sought rebound again just so it could be graced with God’s presence. But it thought,...

what is logic?

I want to talk about the topic of logic in discrete mathematics and programming in general. Take these words as vaguely and loosely as possible. What is logic? I think that whenever the answers to these questions are present... "What is happening?" "why is it happening?" and "How is it happening?" then we can say that logic is established. Logic is the core of computer programming. The bit logic that tells a computer what to choose (1) and what to ignore (0) marks the beginning of any journey in advanced computer subjects. "Logic in discrete mathematics is the study of valid reasoning and inference, focusing on the principles that govern the truth of statements. It includes concepts such as propositional logic, predicates, and the rules of inference, which are essential for mathematical proofs and computer science applications." (GeeksforGeeks, Wikipedia) to me, logic is like postulates when forming an idea. "Logical Axioms" seem more a...

Poetry: Dead man walking

জীবন্ত লাশ ১ নিস্তেজ সকালের শেষে নিতান্তই শান্ত রোদ্দুর দুপুরে বসিছে শূণ‍্য ভূমে, ছাতার ছায়াতলে বকুল চলিলো পাশ দিয়ে, হেলে-দুলে সাধু বসিছে যে আজ, আবার বটতলে পাকা দাড়ি, প্রবীণ গোফে ভারি পানীয় কলসের সাথি, দানার দুই হাড়ি জীবন হতে আজ অবধি জামা গায়ে কেউ দেখেনি জীর্ণ বস্ত্র, পাজামা তার‌ই সাথে পড়ি কর্মমুখর সমাজে কর্মের দাম চড়া কর্মবিমুখে ভুগা সাধুর, সাধ হয় না (তাই) ধরা শিক্ষানিবাসে শিক্ষানবিশ শিক্ষিত মাত্রই সোনা, নয়কো উনিশ-বিশ "অশিক্ষিত-ভণ্ড তুমি, হে সাধুবেশী খবিশ!" চলিলো বকুল, কর্মময় সাধনে চারদশের বছর, ছিলো যে এর‌ই বাধনে আর ছিলো পুরোহিত, মন্দিরের সরবে ‘আমির’ বলে ছিলো আরেক, মোল্লা মসজিদে প্যাগোডা, গির্জা; সংখ্যায় কম, তারাও ছিলে সেখানে তাদেরই মাঝে, একান্ত সাজে, একান্ত তীর্থে তব একা একা ভাবে, প্রান্তের নজিরের পান্থে জীবনার্থ যুঝিতে যার মরণ হাসিছে, ফুরিছে নিঃশ্বাস জীবনের জ্ঞানে জ্ঞানীত হতে, হচ্ছে কেউ জীবন্ত লাশ জীবন্ত লাশ করছে জীবন-তলাশ ২

The word 'Dream'

The word 'Dream' He kept walking along the roads, but looking back, found himself again at the gate. What is this gate even here for? Why can't he escape from its vicinity?  The gate kept calling him back again and again as he tirelessly tried to escape its calling. Strangely, it felt like he tried to do so just once and felt no stress on his body whatsoever. For no reason, he was annoyed to no end. "Why can't I feel my hands?" He clenched his fist and let it go.  Felt nothing but seeing it so. "Well.. at least I can control my body." The thought never came to him about his surroundings as his senses were clouded by the thoughts of the gate alone. The gate seemed so lifeless, yet reeked of evil. The twitching omen made him want to cry out loud. But nothing came out from his mouth which could be regarded as his voice. Rather it was like his muscles around his mouth were tightened, leaving him unable to make any meaning of his yells.  He could only wis...