Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Letter to Lisbon

Dear Lisbon,

Ours was a rain soaked romance, right? Okay, initially I was annoyed but all great love stories start with a bit of annoyance and the more I explored you, the more enchanted I became. I loved how warm people are. If it wasn’t for rain I may not have met so many people and oh so warm, they all were.















I was the girl with the blue umbrella and almost lost it to the coastal wind once. I was the girl who was literally following her dreams through your hidden stairs and alleys. I was the girl who jumped in joy after riding the “iconic yellow tram”. I was the girl who had a smile on her face throughout the day! Through the pink street or the pantheon or the miradouro da graca, the charm is everywhere, lying in plain sight.




The hidden stairs throughout the city and the street art! You are definitely the most versatile city I witnessed till now. You don’t have the cold, snob heart and the colors and graffiti everywhere made you a charmer. 

I have never seen a road like "Pink street". First few minutes I was just looking at it, almost pinching myself of how enchanting the alleyway looked. All the cobblestone roads looked straight from the fairytale and I really think, even though it was raining like cats and dogs, walking through the heart of Lisbon was the best decision I made.






I met you at a time when things didn’t look pretty from where I was standing. You became a breath of fresh air. The Food at Fado was cherry on top for me. Our rain soaked romance will be etched in my heart for a long long time.

Ours was the love story written in rain and wind. 

Love,
The girl with the blue umbrella




Friday, November 08, 2019

ঠিকানা - দিকশূন্যপুর



স্বপ্ন ছিল যাবে দিকশূন্য পুর
স্বপ্ন ছিল শুনবে চুপকথা ,
মনের মাঝে লুকিয়ে ছিল সাগর 
ভাসালো তার রোজনামচার খাতা |

সন্ধে নামে মেঘলা বিকেল মাঝে 
চোখের কাজল মিলিয়ে যায় চোখে 
ফুরোয়না রাতঅনেক প্রাতঃকালে ,
ক্লান্ত মনন , হাসিতে মুখ ঢাকে |

জুলিয়েট নয় , নয় সে দেসদিমনা ,
হৃদয়ে তার আরব বেদুইন,
আঁধার আলোয় হারিয়ে যাওয়ার জন্যে 
দিকশূন্যপুরের খোঁজে সে হন্যে|

ঠিকানা ছিল খাতার পাতার ভাঁজে 
শুকনো পাপড়ি , পুরোনো স্মৃতির ঘামে ,
ঝোড়ো হাওয়ায় সেসব  গেছে আজ ,
আছে বিষাদ ভরা মন খারাপের খামে |