And fondly we term this art selfie
To admire, to appreciate and to praise
The merit of self clicking
And the beauty of the face of the self
Till late the sound of our own name
Was the sweetest song
Now the sight of our own face
Is the best place to stand and take a glimpse.
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Oh! My darling dream
Life needs you to bloom.
In my world
Prescribed doses of rulesInjected into youFor the diseases you infected upon selfWhile you have beenWildDiscipline is for following rulesAnd meant for a mediocreBut for a geniusIt is a jailTo break it outOne needs courageAnd must have to be wild.
কালো পোশাকে অনেক লোকই তো দাড়িয়ে থাকে
তাল গাছের মতো সারি বদ্ধ ভাবেআর তারা দেখতেও হয় অনেকের থেকে বেশ বড় ভালোপেশি বহুল বাহু, উন্নত চিবুকআর তাদের খেলার মাঠের মতো হয় বিশাল বিস্তৃত বুকআর সেই বুক থেকে বেরিয়ে আসেগেঞ্জির উপরি ভাগ থেকেদুল দুল দূর্বা ঘাসের মতো পশমি চুলতারা যখন কমলা ফালি ওষ্ঠের কোনে লুকিয়ে রেখে হাসিকত শত নারীকে চোখের ইশারায় ডাকেতাদের সাথে যেতে…
Now I sit and wonder
Though i have been always there, upon her chestyet she did not catch my eyesand I,too careless to realizeher beauty and gracetill yesterdayfor a personal reasona long distance I had to travelso I got up earlyand at the nearest stoppageI caught a busrecently bought by the government and colored greenthe road was laid like a…
Since then I have got maturity
This time it is you around whomMy imagination goes round and roundOn one Sunday night I take you outWe sit face to face in a restaurantYou breathe in the tune of the musicWith hot feelings I drench and syncYour squirm and writhe in delightWhen my tongue of desire lick you offThe cup of honey spread…
You know you carry
Yet you pressurised peopleTo recognise youAs a poetAs a thinkerA pioneer of the post- modernismThat odd pill I swallowed onceAnd agreed with you allAs I wanted to make me sociableBut now I feel the adverse reactionOf that expired medicineAwkwardly Inside it createsAn aversion and nauseaSo I recently vomit in disgustPeople disagree and start to cry…