I realize this when I was
In the valley of paradise
Moving in snail’s pace
Thinking how little I am
Nothing I have got
In my life
Anger was growing
Inside
Suddenly came a sound
Echoing from the Himalayas
The mother of the highest
Mountain on earth
‘’take away gold
Equal to my Everest
And in turn give me
Me your eyes ‘’
I become wiser
And since then I never complain
Only whisper in heart
Gratitude, gratitude.
True dreams keep me awakeHope helps me to be aliveLove nourishes my life.Memories make me cryAll gone in vain the efforts and tryOnce a lie made my life a hellHow painful the story is to tell!Benevolence increases my graceCoveting is eating my soul’s fleshFear is my real foeTear is not the weakness thoughIt is from…
I see in itA big truthThough I knowit is a great lieAs poets seeThe shadow of lightLight in shadowThey hear the soundof silenceand smell the fragranceof emptinessunder synaesthesiathey see only one colour ‘’ red ‘’or no colours at allcamel got wings and flyand butterfly got necklike that of a camelnothing is impossibleunder surrealismin factthere is…
and you use them in building your poemor lay them on pavement for your lazy strollingas some poets dowhen they see God in shambleseven they see Him like a hawker selling fruitsmaking roads and tilling fiendsand in whore lane too(who sells whose body to whom?)same is the case when poetswithout any proper thoughtsregarding the birth…
BurningInTheCoalToMakeLifeWarmGivingOxygenTakingInsideCarbon die oxideDyingToExtinguishToAshToFinish.
না পারছি ত্যাগ করতে এই সংসারযদিও হাতে পায়ে লাগিয়েছি কুঁচকুঁচে কালিকোথায় যাবো আমি? কোথায় আছে সে?কোন খেলা না খেলেই আমি পাবো প্রথম পুরষ্কার?যদি না থাকে তবে থাক তোর ভাবখাক লুটোপুটি,ভর্তি করে কলসিফেলে আসি তোমার অতি ভক্তিতবে আগুনটুকু থাক এই ছোট্ট খুলীতেতাতে খইয়ের মতো ফোটাবোযে ছিটকে বেড়িয়ে আসবেমল্লিকার মতো হবেবেদাগতাকে ঝুলিতে রেখে ঝুড়ি ধরে ঝুলে পড়বোতবু…
As they don’t knowWhat they do.It gives us no pleasure and only painIn this, we all lose and no one has a win or gain.
