Rain Drops

Rain Drops
As you hear them fall,
Moisture in the air, a sprinkle and all
Their sound a symphony, For you, for me
Pearls of light glistering on the pavement,
Their invisible fingers drumming on my window vehement
Tear drops an emotional call
They signify love, sadness, happiness and all
Emotions are something that we all have
With our soul the Lord to us gave,
A piece of mind to help us shine and glow
Healing our soul if enough of it we show
Through the good times, bad times
In between times ..

The Coconut Shell

Life was offered to me in a platter
2 random halves of coconut shell as a fact of matter
They were just good for each other
May be a small filing and finishing here and there
And it was a perfect match for the world to cater..

Even I myself was ok with the shell given to me
I convinced myself this is my life exactly the way it should be
Ignorance was bliss to me and knew not what I missed
But in my heart I still believed magic of love exist

Art of acceptance neatly got better of me
Forgetting my own belief and my perspective slowly
I got nicely adjusted to the wonder of paradigm
Killed my spontaneous emotions bit by bit forcefully

But somewhere inside me a reluctant spirit of desperation
A vagabond obstinate thought of notion
Kept me reminding the story of the magical coconut shell
Which when finds its OWN pair in heaven or hell
No matter what when how or where
It brings back to life the lost love forever when comes as near

Tinkles Jingle the Bell of Love in a mesmerizing resonance
As two matching ripples of wave causing constructive Interference
Like the last 2 pieces of jigsaw puzzle when fits together
It matches our fantasies, theories, ideologies as a perfect picture

We try to put together the pieces all our lives so they will match these dreams.
But when dream comes to true on its own we get to feel the extreme
Power of Love, the overwhelming cascading rapid waterfall
Filling our heart running through the veins transcending emotions all
We stand in awe in a sole purifying sense of bliss
Panacea of love planting on your lips soft but a life changing kiss..

Gone With The Wind

Some times a blast of wind comes to your life....
And you stand there like a feather..
Getting carried away..
Don't know what you are doing and where are you going...
Going in a new dimension never known before
Solely relying on your heart and relying blindfolded-
On the wind which has taken you off from your feet
And seem simply surrendering in that turbulence
Letting you float in the whirlwind of emotion
And secured in the powerful arms of that wind
Which has rendered you powerless...

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.