Yesterday was surely tomorrow one day

Is that every one wants to be a rich manIf one day I become the richest oneOn that day I surely will be a fakir or nunAnd my whole property will be for the poor manAs I need nothing more thanTwo pieces of clothsAnd two timely mealsBut in the middle there is a gameVery non-materialisticPeople…

To do the routine workBut you cannot run awayWithout paying the due rentBy eating, sleepingAnd defecatingAs long as you do notCheck out from your body.

There is no such thing like a half lieAnd there is no black truth, tooAs we have a white lie.

Each and everyWordIs like a cloudWhich plays with the raysOf my ideasAnd dances with the tuneOf my thoughtsAnd on the windy groundsOf my all emotionsI break intoEither laugh or tearsAnd the poet in meHidden insideLike all othersForces me to writeLinesSome coarseIn blackSome fineIn white.

Ali, the son of Abu talib, saysIt’s a going on journey thoughPeople may not feel itLike the way they do not knowAnything what happens around themWhen they are in deep sleep.

তোমার মিজানঅসম আজএক পাল্লা হাল্কাঅন্নটি ভারিঅসম যদি থেকেই থাকেউল্টে দিয়ে পাল্টে দাও নাএই পৃথিবী ।

And single handily I would changeBy Pulling up down and pushing down upOvernight you would see a different worldThere would have been no poor or beggingBut definitely I would lead life of a kingAt my order the sun would rise and setAt my will life would be fun and greatIf there were darkness during the…

খুঁজে পেলাম চকিতে নিজেকেআমার এক পূর্বের অতি পরিচিত জায়গায়নিমেষে গেলাম মিশে অধিবাসীদের সাথেহয়ে গেলাম তাদের মতো, তাদের মধ্যে একজনঅতি আনন্দে হয়ে গেলাম পশুএখন আমার তাদের মতো নেই চাহিদা, নেই অভাবচলছে দিন কাটছে সুখে নাই কোন অভিযোগশুধুই আছে রাশি রাশি প্রসন্নতাআর আছে আত্মতৃপ্তি যা আমাকে ঘিরেবলয়ের মতো ঘোরেআর এখানে নেই এমন কেউ পাগলযে আমাকে ভুতের ভয়…

And the meaning of itDiminishesWhen you lead itWithout charactersAll joy of it is a piece of ashAnd it smells like bullshitIt belittles you, tooWhen you live onLies and schemesThe beauty of it is deadAnd you live with carcassesA man with handsfull of thingsbut they are all defeatsand you are a defeated soldierdefeated by none but…

But you, my love, never loveAs ‘my love’ should love meYou are such a terrificlovely sweetieevery one loves to sip your beautyyou are such a sweet honey!every one loves to take youin their wishful fantasy.the more I get the more I feel emptyYou are such an in-satiate entity

Can teach youAnd move you emotionallyOnce a burningPiece of wood sheddingWatersSeeing upon this phenomenonA Sufi started cryingSaying thatWhere had been his tears till dateHad he not feltThe fire of loveLike the piece of woodInside?