স্বপ্নের মেঘমালিকা

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যদি কোনো দুষ্টু হাওয়া এসে,
যায় উড়িয়ে তোমায় নিয়ে শেষে...
পাড়ি দেয় এক অজানা কোনো দেশে,
তখন তুমি নিয়ে আমায় পাশে,
পারবে যেতে, সেই নতুন দেশের দিশে?

মেঘমালিকার স্নিগ্ধ নরম ছায়ায়,
আবীর রঙের অপার্থীব বেলায়,
ভাসবো দুজন স্বপ্ন রঙের ভেলায়...
আমার হাতে তোমার হাতের ছোয়ায়।
ক্লান্তো দিনের অলস বিষন্নতায়,
স্বপ্ন নয় সত্যিকারের চাওয়ায়,
মিলিয়ে দেবে তোমার মাঝে আমায়।

প্রতিদিন এক নতুন ভোরের আশায়,
নতুন ভাবে নতুন কোনো ভাষায়,
বিকিকিনি শেষ করে নিরবে,
নতুন কোনো প্রানের ইশারাতে,
রাঙ্গিয়ে নেবো নিজের মনের পাতায়,
মুগ্ধো চোখে তোমার ভালবাসায়।।


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Anamika

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Jodi kono dushtu hawa eshe!!
Jay uriye tomay niye seshe....

Paari day ak ajana kon deshe,
Tokhon tumi niye amay pashe!!
Parbe jete?? sei notun desher dishe?



Meghmalikar snighdho norom chhayaay ,
Abir ronger aparthibo balay,
Bhasbo dujon sopno rongeen bhalay..
Amar haate tomar hate-er choyay/

Klanto diner alosh bissonnotay/
Sopno noy sottikarer chaway...
Miliye debo tomar majhe amaay.


Protidin ak notun bhorer ashay,
Notun bhabe notun kono bhasay,
Biki kini sesh kore nirobe,
Notun kono praaner isharate,

Rrangiye nebo nijer moner patay,
Mughdho chokhe tomar bhalobashay..


3 requests>> 1 add the photo which we took yesterday as the cover pic
Give a good name to this.. a really nice one..
Change this to a bengali font..

Ajke jokhon tomay khub khub miss korchilam,kichu akta likhe ichha korchilo,hotat bujhte parlam, ami englishe e naa bhishon bhabe banglay bhabchi.. ar chondo gulo kamon nijer ichha moto jure jachhe...

bhalobasha ta thik matribhasar moto.. ato sochhondo ar ato tai swabhabik je tar jonyo jor kore kichu kora jaynaa...

ar sei jonyyei karo jonyo bhalobeshe kichu korte gele kono kostoi koshto mone hoy naa... mone hoy are etai to shabhabik.. :))



.. jotodin sei sotorsfurtota ashena asompurnata theke jaaay bhalobashay.. jeta amra kokhono bujht pari naa ba bujhte pereo bjhte chainaa..

jai hok ..amar first ever lekha kono kichu in the language in which my heart speaks..pore dakho may be bachha bachha.. .:)) baby types....

Its OKAY

So what??

If we cant share our life for EVER

Its after all meant to be NEVER!!!!
So what ??

If its just ONLY One Life time of wait

At least we do have for once for lifetime met

So its ok to part seamlessly after a rarest moment

And feel alright to put on the best make up set!!!

After all its My Life and Your Life

And never happened to be Just Our Own Life
Its only some time of adhoc togetherness

Thrown by nature in utter negligence

That seems to fools as Eternity

Trying to trap every moment in Infinity

Its ok that even if every being of mine

Do die for you to be by my side

When I need you the most

Its ok NOT to ask for thy

To know you can't be there no matter how hard you try!!!

Its ok to build and build on logic and never to question why....

After all we are rational beings with unquestionable sanity

Each one of with different sets of priority
So we will keep on making our own story

Just to defy ALL but NOT US

We will keep on wandering in fantasy

To deny NOT all But US

And we continue to live in Mercy
Mercy of time Mercy of Nature

Mercy of every insignificant creature

And its ok to die every moment

But put a joyous face lit every incident
And its ok to portray a life perfect picture

B'coz that's my life on pen and paper
But my very own precious life what happens to her??

I dare not question in a rejection fear

And if somehow somewhere a drop of tear

Do betray you and come so near

Its ok to wipe and help wipe off the traitor

And ask a covering lovely smile for ever and ever!!!

My Candle

You have shared your perspective about The Candle. It is B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L. as always.

I’m not naturally gifted like you with the talent of writing. And I’m not a poet either. But still wanted to capture my thoughts about My Candle, in my way…..

Remember, this is not about The Candle, it's about My Candle….


My Candle burns, all through her life. My Candle burns herself, to illuminate everyone around. Sometimes she flickers, her flame wanes, then rises up, springing form what you thought was no more. She keeps on fighting, enduring the tenderness of burning within.

My Candle burns, without a sound. None cares for my Candle. They keep on complaining. Why the light is so pale and yellow? Why the furthest corner of the room is still dark? My Candle still burns, silently.

An Insect, insignificant and irrelevant, while flying across my Candle, got mesmerized by the Golden aura of her. The glowing brightness that was driving the darkness away, made the Insect crazy. The trivial Insect was fascinated by the delicacy and persona of Golden flame of my Candle. The petite creature was captivated by the elegance of the vivid radiance of the Free Spirit. He asks, “Am I only dreaming or is this burning an eternal flame?”

My Candle warned the fanatical Insect, “Go away, you fool. Don’t you understand that loving me is dying!!”

The Insect replied, “I’m not afraid of dying, but I’m afraid of loosing you!!” and surrendered himself to the Golden flame forever.

The Candle in my definition

You had your own personification of The candle but here goes the way I have visualized it/you!!!
And not only for me your transcendecense haver added new meanig to life to ALL around You......





Like the candle solitary
You have rekindled the ray in me
By your soft soothing persisting light
When the sun lit day - gave in to darkness of night


The Moon the stars were all there -but too far off to see
And in a despair I have given up my passion for life
But then with an angelic smile and your incandescent rays
You did come to take me off from ME


The sticky endurance, the enlightened gleam
Stood by ALL in the Test of Time
It denied to get blown off in the hours of dark
And Added a spark of togetherness in my solitary DREAM

It made all the difference but yet so sublime
Never trying to take any fame from anything
Adding to Life the cascading rhyme
You recreated me and kept my LIFE-LIGHT LIT

Its You Who Have

Brought around an Aroma of freshness when everything was so cliche
Whispered to my ears the Bliss of existence
Explained everything from infinitesimal to Infinity
Taken me together on a journey called Life endowed with Romance
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The fuchsia spread A new dimension
We danced hand in Hand in Rain
And each time we were Passionate
It was like the first time Giving In all over again!!!!

Kaleidoscope Periwinkle & Me

Kaleidoscope of sun rays – Drew picasa prisms
Over the cherry leaves – As the fell
The pleasant morning breeze – played with my tiny hair strands
And made my mind sail.

I woke up with an eerie lingering happiness
Which left my lonely heart feeling gay
As though I didn’t want to remember
But my neurons, still reminded me
That it was my BIRTHDAY.

I got ready and silently prayed-As passively as possible
Nothing changed barring the date
It was just another day – nothing memorable.

No single birthday wish came across my way
Not a single flower
Not a single Best wish note hidden anywhere
Nobody knew it was my Birthday.

Apart from the diary From my long lost mother
Nobody cared for my Birthday
I am an orphan child born someday somewhere
In the unknown cradle of nature.

I wanted to remain logical without any say
And get over with the time in a nonchalant way
But some where deep down, I still was disturbed
As though I knew everything, I still wanted
To feel “Wanted” and – especially on my very own DAY.

Just as the average human being
With average human sentiments
I was deserved to be happy
Just as anybody else

Outside my dull gloomy residence
Life moved on with all its veracity
But inside the dark dismal walls of the monarchy
Time ticked plainly, with the coldness of survival
As the overwhelming truth, nothing more nothing less!!

Lost in the Camaraderie of thoughts and delusion
I might have dozed off in the afternoon
But I was woke up by the soft gleaming bright silver Moon
Cascading happily over the horizon.

The golden glow filled my soul with a touch of serenity
To my wonder I found a PERIWINKLE
Entered my window pane
Flashing a lovely purple smile
I was rapt fascinated enthralled in bewilderment
The moment I realizedIt was my gift from Eternity

I looked up at the ink blue sky lit with thousand stars
As if thousand of tiny candles Singing my Birthday choir.

I jumped up on my bed Infinite happiness feeling me all over
It was my Birthday, and though a lonely child
That moment ensured me that, I was indeed special
If not to anybody else – I was special
Very special to my loving Mother Nature.