at the tea stall. All listened with apt
attention but I did not because
though I had the magical wand
they never said that I was their
leader, their leader always come
and beg to follow him. I cried
for them but without tears as
my tears are for the innocents
and not for the cleaver people
who wanted me to be only their
supporters, they seal their fate
as they are lusty for leadership
and I long ago left the duty
to their leader to shed tears for them.
That will not change the situationYou are inOr improve the conditionYou bring uponOnly it will ameliorate your painAnd you will feel comfortThose are not the works of other peopleNor the acts of fateYet no ways are left openTo make them straightLast hope is your repentancePlease choose your words, correctAs one life is too shortTo reverse…
This is a well thinking thoughtHow to controlA robotBefore inventing,How do you cherishThe success of poetryBefore composing,This is a well thinking thoughtOf the immortalityTo give the meaningThe state of beingAs the creatorCan not createThe enemy ofImmortality,Which He Himself is,DeathIs the successOf the game planBefore the gameWas inventedBut loophole liesThe immortalityDoes not have life.What’s the pleasureOf…
it is too complex to comprehend, the cosmosremains beyond your control then how you dareto understand the part of those who is me, thesource of friction, the bone of contention betweenyou and me is that all of ‘ understanding ‘, the thickjelly of you among the hard bones always keep changingthe thoughts non- stop, your…
Sur tule BharaterNad nadi amar shira dhamaniTate kare chale spandan BharaterGal amar raktaPal pal kare seba BharaterHowa amar nissasHriday amar tar akashTarai dukhe bathitha haiAnande kari ullasChandra surya amar nayanTar rup dekhe mukhdha amar man.Ami tar santanTar samman rakhaRakha amar smman.
Truth to them is poison but falsehood is foodBad are their heroes but villains to them what we call goodHere is a man or woman whom we call ‘’takfiri ‘’When he or she is possessed with a Saturn, NeriBooks to them are like smelly juice of rotten fruitsBut they never forget to claim ‘’what they…
Playing over your headAnd it is looked like a rainy dayBut no drops of rainonly tears falling downand nobody is all around youTo seeThat you are going to hide somethingand trying to say fewTill date which remain untold about yourselfBut who cares! !O, my dear pain of neglectcome on sharp,Do not waste time any moreShedding…
