Dishehara Mon'er Manchitro

                                Dishehara Mon'er  Manchitro

Abar sei vison chena valo na laga,
Kuashar sokaler cha-e chilo na kono abhas.
Ghorir katar sathe mihi hoye periye jawa Nogorer byastota-
Dupurer hatchani, bazarer gorom norom dokaner posra;
Mon karena!!!!.....Chena mukh asukh hoye fire fire ase Aynay.


Kanna chapa, kapa kapa thote sondhyera thomke jay
Diner shurute shuru kora chithi ekhono shunyo theke jay.

Orkut-Facebook, G-mail- E_mail er sob shunyo patar shunyota
Ek line...Du line likhe abar muche sada.
Cholochitro  ba gaan ee Mon tane na,
gaan vasanor  jonyo gaan jomano,
Abar khali hate chup kore bosa.
Shunyo_______shunyo ee chokhe
Mobile pashe beje gelo
"One Missed call"
"One Message  received"


Mobile er slide otha nama
Klanto chokhe , Dikvranto Mon-e
Ekla hoye ekla thakar jontrona.
Vison aluthalu vabe
Bakse jomano uddam batas
ajj
Char dewaler chodmonaam-ee
"Bondi"


Somoy nei, somoy nosto korbar,
Tobu somoy je thomke daray.
ke jeno fis-fisiye bole uthlo..
"Vison klanto Aami
Ebar r Aami parchi na"
Abuj Moner asthir kahinir
Sob jeno Dishehara......................

From a Hypothalamus Gland

                 From a Hypothalamus Gland

Sometimes we feel dejected or isolated that we cant resist ourselves to choose the farthest dark corner of the room. Sometimes We cant hold anyone's hand as we become handicapped or hopeless. Sometimes We cant make anyone feel about the reason , the reason of the hidden tears. Time just moves on & the distance between us takes the whole world in its place. There are bunches of reasons to scream out in a fatigued sky , although it should not disturb anyone. Sometime sad songs or Tragic movies can soothe our Nerves ; that these can  make our nerves & arteries to vomit the toxins & non toxins.
The Four walls can not make a room or a Lover's eyes can not penetrate you. Human call themselves the most selfish creatures & yes ! they are. Because they have the fruitless walnuts that's the wretched Emotions. Relations have priorities & limitations but some subtlety comes in Life & it just takes the whole Life away . You started  Dreaming.... Dreaming about what?
Dreaming about  the unconditional walks , the frenzied moments, the enchanting plans......
You started waiting of the Time when a Miss call comes & sometimes it scratches your nerves although your Love remains the same But the WAVE changes.When these types of words are juxtaposed in a palette ,its not because of someone's creativity or the enrichment of words. It's the dried tears which slowly kills your each passion in its net & the suffocation which resists yourself from breathing.
Are we Wise or we have wisdom? The syntax or pronunciation may be different but its useless & becomes an Excretory system.
Sometime We need the white handkerchief from a fixed hand, which can hold us,embrace us,beckon us. It's the hand which may touch the head with affection & belongings.All we r optimists, if one sees the half empty glass of water, it doesn't imply that he/she is pessimist, rather it should be translated in other way , that he/she wants to  fill the remaining portion. As he/she knows that the half glass is filled with water & if he/she mentions the empty glass .... who knows? the hollowness may be fulfilled..
Sometime Imagination remains futile & you just stare at the Greatest Imagination which is your Possession & as well as a part of EXISTENCE.
This is not a moving journey of  a Bird with Broken Wings but a solemnity of mind ........

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..................But the LOVE remains the same....................................................

A story a of a Withered Leaf

                              A story a of a Withered Leaf

It's not only just because of the aging Time;

The silent speeches from the silenced nerves.

Its not only the reason of my cry;

Everybody needs some space in a solitary island ,

We need to breath for another flight ..

It's just the trust which hold you tight .

For another kiss-

For another hug-

For another Walk-

To move on.........

You are the beautiful Rain;

My undone years are in under the strain.

When you will take me away-

When you will understand the unspoken conversation.

Or

You can feel why I said "good Bye "

For today & tomorrow I am nothing but a falling shadow,

You are  the only growing child  of my heart ;

Far from your reality & Love...................

Bhindeshi Tara ; amar rater-ii aakashe

                  Bhindeshi Tara ; amar rater-ii aakashe

                                 

Bidesh bivore ratri jege ache eka eka,

Shrabon meghe Mombati nijum ; sokal theke bikel bela..

Alokhhe sondhyer sajbati nive jawa uthoner jorapata;

Anmona Mon , meghla dupure Tui boro eka……

 Emon somoy Shiit ba Basanto ke chene kar thikana? 
Vorer Pakhider kujon , nishiith agun choto boro khela.
Kinara khuje chole Baul hridoy , naam porichoy pothvola;
Chol harai Surjo doba batase ; ghumhiin DU jora chokher pata.............

An Unfathomable - dejected Heart

                   An Unfathomable - dejected Heart

My shabby days of years,

My misdeeds ,foolishness & fear.

Under a shadow line of  gleam;

I don't want to dig a mossy stream..

The lifeless Petals in my  hand,

My country is mourning & now it's no mans' land.

I have seen each acid rain;

Isn't enough for the cause of pain?

Once I charged up in each morning-

To see my Beloved's face glowing,

Now a days ,morning itself is a Gray night gown-

To protect a paralyzed dying soul from an identical NOUN .....................

A Mermaid's Wish Wing

 

U r my wings of dreams,

U r my chocolate & cream……….

U r my fruits of imagination,

U r d moments of each Sensation……..

U r my every pebble of a lonely evening,

U r my each newly invented word of morning………..

U r the world's sovereign of destiny,

U r the brave of my gravity………

U r the man of my single life,

U r my energy of dignity’s pride…………….

U r my ever burning  passion of fire,

U r the ultimate name of each desire………………………….