Unspoken…unuttered!!!

Will peep in your eyes!
Will steal your dreams…your sopor;
Will keep whispering
The story of flowers
That has not blossomed yet!

Story of love and languishment is eternal…
But someday will tell you the story of red roses…
Believe me!
My rose will bear no thorn

Why losing time thinking about
The end and the fate…
We will meet someday somewhere in the sky!
Perhaps you will wait for me…
And I will come…for sure to complete my story of red roses!

All your dreams have been
stolen…
And lost perhaps!
And today…dressed like
A new bride with your eyes filled
with the dreams of someone else…
Looking beautiful indeed!


Once more…
Perhaps for the last time
Want to peep in your eyes…
No; will not steal your dreams anymore!
Will fill your eyes with all my dreams …

The days passed and the nights flew
Could not come…but
You are looking beautiful cloaked in the bridal wear!
Could not come back…
Still…
While leaving
Perhaps for the last time
Let me peep in your eyes and
Whisper “Love U, Only U” !

Ei jah! bhule gechhi...

Golaper paprigulo
Jhore porechhe basanter abasare
Purono gandher ameje
Patagulo akhono satej!

Jhore jaoa paprir swapno
dekhe majhrate uthe bose
kato sato jouban!
Bichhanay shuye natun golaper
charara dor kosha koshi kore!

Nil paper a mora golaper
Gandho niye asto postman!
Ajkal nil chithir din sesh
Batase golaper barta boye beray shukno sms!

Gaan likhi shukno paper a...
Bere otha abanchhito chuler
duluni te
Aaaoaj othe klanto guitar a!
Hatas hoar fashion k bhalobese
Lal jal ar debdaser beshe
Bhule gechhi besh!
Tomake pathano hoyni
bhalobasar shukno sms!


Bhabte bhalo lagchhe abar hasio pachhe...ei bhebe j amar unish kurir din akhono jayni..akhon preme pori ar byatha pai!ar swapno dekhi...tobuo jano halka mature hochhi mone hoy!!

mon kharap hoche khub

aj khub purono dingulo k mone porchhe..purono mobile a rakha mp3 gulo shunchhi...amar college a otha...purono diner gandho...hostel er room a bose mon kharap kora muhurto gulo k vorie dite j gaan gulo segulo shunchhi...advut rakamer 1ta feelings thik bole bojhate parbo na...sediner ar kichhhui aj amar kachhe nei kichhui bolte literally kichhui nei..sudhu sei muhurto gulo k mone porie dichhe ei gan gulo...ekdin nijeke premik vabtam j gan gulo shune!! samay ki nishtur!! 1ta 1ta kore protita muhurto kere nichhe amar theke...ami ektu alada hote cheyechhilam..ektu apu typer..feelings kanna...sob anuvuti gulo nie 1tu alada 1ta manush..sob kamon olot palot hoye galo.....ami bodlate chai ni....sattie bodlate chaini!

illusion!

The toughest job I selected..don't take it literally;I am telling about a role..to find myself!!It seems to be the toughest role I have ever played.Life is another name of a span searching for its own meaning?? confused?? ;)

Time pays a lot..indeed a lot!I am getting confused and even more puzzled. Words make me puzzled always. Sometimes I feel that the smartest way of expression is confusion;creating a shell within you..the more you will try to break the shell the more you will get confused!

Philosophies apart! Lets dig down into reality.
"Can you please remove the wreaths?
They are hurting me!
Let a solitary,masterly, majestic
stroke of fire make me forget..
The agony of my flowers"

I am not a poet,sometimes I do feel like the reverse though! Poets are escapist.The most precious thing in this world is peace..rest.We,the human beings are probably by nature against restlessness.
Again comes the word 'confusion'..if we are against restlessness then why do we work? Does work signify restlessness? I don't think so..

I don't want you to remove those wreaths as I had never got the opportunity to be with them..never ever in my life. Does that mean I am a loser??

Still I don't want misuse of flowers.Flowers are made for love..peace.Who ever didn't want love??Yup! I am fond of love...let it be fake;who cares??

Life is nothing but a unknown language..its complex if its interpreter interprets in a complex way. So..its the way we interprets that is responsible for our vision. Confused again??

"The agony of my flowers"..is the flowers mine at all?? How can one be so boastful about his achievements???Flowers tell lies..they are compelled to do so..but no one hurts them..are they(flowers) feeling tired for being used for lies for decades after decades?? Don't know..I have never asked them! I don't know what can be the agony of flowers..its misuse? wrong use? what else??

I am not an orator..I am not a leader.For me the best leader is that person who can lead himself.But why so? Perhaps its because of the fact that leaders create confusion!

"Charity begins at home.." so as politics.Are not we all politicians? What is politics?Is this all about convincing others and misleading others???Thats a big question of debate.. I am not fond of that too!

Deceptive??Am I? Are not we all?? Oops!!I failed the break the shell of mine!!!!!!:(

Unish Kuri Sesh..

Ekush perie baish a pa dilam.Ashtadoshir khoje(:P) lolzzz!! na.. ar teenager ami na..ei blog ta te amar anekgulo lekha upload kora baki..all about my feelings in teen days.1ta natun jinis likhlam..illusion..janina valo lagbe kina..aj kaler modhye hoyto upload korbo..reply must!

Ghurni

Ektao jibaner gaan likhte parina
chileo;
Sei jabe theke shabda k khun korechhi
aar..
Sasrodh kore merechhi sob anuvuti k.


Mrityu ar mritopray vasa die
Anuvutiin protita kobita
toke shonai!
Aar anabil ashay buk badhi
ekdin shonabo toke sasrudhdho
ei konthe; ..bhalo basi


Mon kharap kora dupur ar belasesher
aloy makha bikel gulo
nirbak hoye cheye thake..
Antarnga ratrir dibaswapno
tar harie gachhe roj kakdaka
bhorer kartabyer chorabalite!


Adrishyo dhulikonay bhar kore
bhese beray bhalobasar bishakto virus;
Bishtuku sushe nie amrit
tule dhorbo tor mukhe...
Parini...!

Amar basatna jure royeche spyrogyrar
bishakto chumbon,
Golap o kadchhe ekla rater
vyapsa andhakare!
Sharirer sob holdete bishakto
chhatrak gulo k dheke
toke dakchhi hatchhani die...
Aye..bish nibi to aye!