~Megh Brishti~

Megh bolechhe raag hoychhe...
Mukh firiye amar theke...
Valobasha brishti dhuye...
haariye gechhe rod mekhe.

Megh ke chai brishti niye...
Moner majheo brishti chaai;
Hothat kore mon kharaape...
Toke niyei bhijte chai...

Iti... Meghbalika!

~Noishobdo~

Bikel seshe neon alor deshe
urchhe dhulo, baarchhe byastota;
keuba chhote ghor er dike...
karo chokhe onno madokota!

Tuio kemon palte gechhis...
Ochena bhishon..onek onek dur;
Tor sporsho jantrik boro aaj
Tor kothay...onno kono sur!

Khujchi koto, pachhina to
Kiser khoj taao jaanina!
Shunte kichu kaan pete roi...
.............................
Shunnyota te, Mon maanena!

~O-Purno~

Jokhon chhonnochhara sur kete...
alokito poth meghachhonno goli;
Tor kotha mone pore hothat...
Aami nijer mone nijeke hariye feli.

Jokhon baloonwalar laal sobujer jhaanke
Ekta duto smritir lukochuri;
Tor na bola sab onuvutir sporshe...
Aami jukti torke notun kore haari.

Jokhon somapti te osomaptir dhoni..
Purnota ra opurnoi roy;
Gopon kichu "sab peyechhi" baade
Jibon ta je ichha puron noy!

~Oghoton~

Moner kotha bujhbe ke aaj bol...
Ore mon...nijer moto chol.
Somaj jaale aatke sopno onek...
Sopno...tui jiriye ne khonik.

Kichu bethar hoyna kono bhaasha...
Ar kichu betha...boroi sorbonasha.
Mathar bhitor bethachhonno...
Sukhosmriti... Sporsho ushno.

Thonter vaanje lukiye onek kotha...
Na bola kichu...kichu gopon betha.
Nitikothay joriye chupkothara...
moner konay poth vulechhe ora.

Jodi ghote jay...kono rupkotha...
Pokhhiraaje moner mita.
Baariye duhaat aalingone...
Raajputro...Rajkonnye.

~Chhinno Bhinno~

Golpo shurur sedin gulo
Mishti dushtu bhishon...

Aaj golpo seshe hothat kore

Purono hochhe apon....

Haater opor haat chhilo

Thonte coffee-r cup...

Aajke jeno chardike te

Depression er chhap...

Onekdur e ogyatbas e...

Kono raater ondhokare...

Sobhyotara miliye jaay..

Unmukto shorire....

Chhutir dupur, batanukul

Shitol tobu ushno....

Thonter opor thont chhnuwe jaay

Bhasiye sab prosno....

Sobhyotader mukh mukhose

Niyom kanun jaale;

Chhinno shorir chhinno monon

Gopon chhutir bikele...

Tobu jibon chole nijer taale

Chhono chhara chhonde mile;

Karo chokher kone dufota jol

Karo mukhe
mithye hasir kolorol...

This was my 2nd Birthday without you...
I miss the birthday mornings when you used to wake me up with a smile, wishes, card, pen, book and cadbury. I used to wait for that eagerly. So eagerly. Birthdays do not seem happy anymore. I used to get the things I ever thought of. They were small but full of love. Your love :).
Birthdays are not same anymore.

I wake up with the pain of not having you there anymore.
I wake up with the nothingness inside.
I wake up with a feeling that no one will be there in the kitchen making murighonto and chingri malaikari for me.
I wake up with a vacuum in my heart.
I wake up with whatever you taught me and I smile.
I check my mobile to see your smiling face and I smile.
The day passes well...I get gifts...I cut the cake...went out to have dinner...Swissotel this year...But there is nobody backhome to tell the stories...nobody to ask every small details and give small inputs...
Life has taught me to come out of my utopia...to accept the rough life...n to forget the fairy tales...
May be there is an alter world...there is a place where you can watch me...n may be I am there too...just now smiling with you...You are stroking your hand lightly on my head n trying to calm me down...
Another 20th July...another B'day...another day with gifts n surprizes...

without You..

WORLD-TERRORISM

What is terrorism? Terrorism involves extraordinary brutality. It is intended to create enormous fear and involves a planned attack for a purpose, often against something or someone. But sometimes for no reason also. Terrorism is a show full of violence. There is no difference between the motives of various terrorist attacks. Only the way of execution is different. The terrorists want to create fear so that leadership will be questioned. The terrorists want an audience such as a rival ethnic group, a religious group, or an entire country. The terrorists want this audience to experience far-reaching fear.

Who is called “Terrorist?” For some The Iraqi’s are terrorists. But for the Iraqi’s it’s America. Well there is no internationally agreed definition for this. But for us the word terrorist brings fear. Fear of losing our dear and near one’s and even our own lives.

Terrorism reminds us 9/11, it reminds us UN blast in Baghdad. And not to forget what happened few days ago in Bangalore.

The word “suicide bomber” creates panic in our heart. We saw, we read and we fear.

But nobody tries to look inside. Why this crusade of terrorism?

Inadequate democracy and corrupt standards of governance in many Islamic countries may also be a contributory factor in the supply of self killing bombers. Young people who are at a loss dislocated from the state and its institutions are vulnerable to the false promises of jihadism.

We know “Al-Qaeda”, Talibani’s and “Jihadi’s” . But we don’t identify with their motives. But do they identify with ours?

Instead what we are doing is “Counter-Terrorism”.

That means we are terrorist too. Are we?

For us “no, we are not”. For them “yes, we are”.

With this world full of terrorists the mantra became “We will kill them all”.

~U-TURN~

Slowly, Silently
Darkness falls down
in my mind;
With the touch...
Warmth of your breath;
Passion...one of a kind.

I became dead once;
Because of my poisonous love
for you...
But I fought back
To won the battle;
Do you know?

And today I'm alive...
No more death...
Itz life... I do believe.

8simple things....

I got tagged by my friend Bubai aka Sushir Rahaman....nearly 2weeks ago..but I failed to manage some time for this post...so a gig SORRY to him :)

So, please hold ur breath...

1.)I sometimes try to write some useless things...& for that I love to think myself as a poem writter.

2.)Nodoubt I'm a dreamer...but only dreamz...no nightmares[:P]

3.)I'm quite a crackpot...all the strangest things alwyz happen to me[:P]

4.)I believe I'm the worst person u can have ever seen...

5.)I'm alwyz into muzic..my 2nd 3rd or 4th love may be(pun intended)

6.)Books-thats one thing my passion....

7.)oh & yaa..photography started being my hobby now a dayz[:P]

8.) may be the most whimsical one on this earth...i love everything & nothing at the same time...

but still i love to love & being in love...hate to hate & being hated...

now anything left????did u really get anything from this???[:P]