Aamar Bhasha

Kono ekdin amar anubhutira bhasha pabe,

Kono ekdin amar bhalobasa sochchaar hobe,

Kono ekdin amar protibaad mukhor hobe,

Kono ekdin,

Aasbe sedin ...

Jedin aamar bhabna jure elo melo rasta gulo

Sobaak bismoye taakiye bolbe,

"Bhasha phutechhe"

Bolbe ... "aami banchiye rekhechhi tomar prothom uchcharon

Prithibi ke chomke diye tomar prothom konthoswor

Stobdho juddhe hoy herechho noy jitechho

Aaj bojro nirghoshe janao toar abirbhab

Janao amar bhasha ache ...

Nirob bhasha

Adi-akritrim ... ajatshatru ...

My Dreams ... They live

Dreams cluster

Thoughts collage…

They form a fondling family in my mind.

They now rest in peace.

Scorched by the deadly sun,

Burned in the burning sand,

Betrayed by the killing storm,

They now rest in peace.

They have flapped their limits

Thousands and thousands of times.

They stirred,

They failed.

They resurged,

They prevailed…

Now after a toilsome ordeal

They rest in peace.

Do you know my dreams?

Look up anywhere

You find them.

Look into yourself,

You know them.

Those unplugged dreams of mine.

They live through pains

They suffer pains through living.

They embrace malice…

They tarnish them into gold.

My unplugged dreams,

They live through the pains.

They germinate

New soul in the New Horizon.

MY unplugged dreams…

They live through battles,

They strive through struggle,

They thrive through storms.

Now they rest in peace.

You find them dead.

Yes they die…

Only to rise like phoenix.

They only live.

My dreams---they still dream.

Back Again ...Lolzzz

yeah ... laughing stock at length...even what more was expected...and surely I'm not to be blamed. The very first day I took up this blog I had this idea that my love with this will dwindle in no time. Even then a 2-3 months break is ok na?....so far sighted, I'm amused at my own feat.

As to why I do'n came pr rather did not came...to tell the truth i have no idea. And to be precise that is the reason too....just like me ever confused in what's happening or going to happen and every thing gets just messed up too much for me to decipher and then I sit idle with the pen and the empty paper not knowing what to write or even better what to say and only ponder over the wretched factuality thinking if this could only be the other way round...

One thing that strikes me is.....I came here to share my idle moments, busy times...if I got nothing to write then I wasn't sitting idle ... not even keeping busy ...then what the hell was I doing???

Round and Round???....Dazed???...well that's me and I'm back again.