সোমবার, ২৪ এপ্রিল, ২০১৭

Ahh tahar chul,
Jeno amaboti resmi ful😍😍😍
Hashi te sopno bone,😘😘😘
Chokhe hajar Maya,
Vhubon volano hashi tahar 
Sukher shitol chaya...😇😇

বুধবার, ১১ জুলাই, ২০১২




In reproduction,
we make our miniature selves,
our look alike
In the power of adaptation,
like what is in now,
What is fashionable,
how I blend with all of you
How I mimic you,
how I become a clown to you,
Life in being nice
This is my life A short and a merry one
This my life In the middle of my own life
To life,
a life,
in the hope of discovering the meaning of my life,
My speech my poetry
Come to life with me
To the life,
for the life of one like me,
Not taking this life in my own hands,
Never,
never,
To life,
this is life
As big as life
as large as life is large
In resiliency,
in elasticity
Animations, cartooning, animate,
I vivify
I vilify
I quicken
I liken
The life force in my life’s functions
Drawn from life
to life drawn
Dream to life a life full of dreams
This liveliness, this sparkle
This effervescence of life,
this bubbling life like wine
This sprightliness like soft
Drink like energy drinks
This verve,
this vigor
this vivacity
Of life to life as big as life
My life
This is my life
This me I am life
I am energy
i am in this poem trying to run
away from everything in my life,
running in life
to life and life,
because of life,
for life.







সোমবার, ৯ জুলাই, ২০১২


ছবি গুলা আমার নিজের কাছে ভাল লাগছে,তাই ব্লগে পোস্ট করা.........:)

সাদা কালোই আমি...........
আমি আর কিছু ছেড়া পোস্টার......



বৈশাখ-১৪১৯



বৈশাখ-১৪১৯
বৈশাখ-১৪১৯


শুক্রবার, ১৫ অক্টোবর, ২০১০


I love you with all I am
And all I'll ever be.
You are my moon, my sun and stars,
My earth, my sky, my sea.
My love for you goes down and down
Beneath both life and death,
So deep it must remain when I
Have drawn my last faint breath.

Holding you for months and years
Will make Time disappear,
Will make your face
My face, your tear my tear;

Will make us one strange personage
All intertwined in bliss,!.......:D

বৃহস্পতিবার, ১৪ অক্টোবর, ২০১০

The dismal rain and the growing sun,
Through the city streets all you can do
is run,
Passers-by, sick and lonely,
shoulder bashin' their way past you,
Throw down your gun for just one day,
Lower your aim and let them stay.
Human feelings, all or none,
Embedded deep in some father's non-
son,
For they have the right to live and
breathe,
Genetic genes, spliced, they're from,
Artificial life, not real, but some,
For they think, therefore they are,
And thus they deserve their hour.
Throw down your gun and turn away,
Give moral a boost and walk away,
For life is to be loved,
Not thrown away,
All life, real or fake,
His life, her life, your life,
My life,
All life.
————————————


My Bengal of gold, I love you
Forever your skies, your air set my heart in tune
as if it were a flute,

In Spring, Oh mother mine, the fragrance from
your mango-groves makes me wild with joy-
Ah, what a thrill!
In Autumn, Oh mother mine,
in the full-blossomes paddy fields,
I have seen spread all over - sweet smiles!

Ah, what a beauty, what shades, what an affection
and what a tenderness!
What a quilt have you spread at the feet of
banyan trees and along the banks of rivers!

Oh mother mine, words from your lips are like
Nectar to my ears!
Ah, what a thrill!
If sadness, Oh mother mine, casts a gloom on your face,
my eyes are filled with tears!

মঙ্গলবার, ৮ জুন, ২০১০

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