Valentine Scribble
He: So angry? I'm Sorry.
She didn't say a word and handed over the box full of 'Gajar ka Halva'.
He: Please, smile now. I know, I shouldn't have shouted.
But you know I'm like that. The 'five minutes furious' type.
She looked at him. Yes, her fake anger was trying so hard to cover up her emotions.
He: I love you. Please..
She started her scooty.
His fake carefree look was trying hard to hide his guilt of making her upset.
She turned her scooty and he turned to cross the road. His ears were sharply waiting for the sound of the accelerator but there was none until he reached the other side.
He smiled and looked back from the other side of the road just to find that she accelerated.
He waited there until her scooty vanished at the turning.
5 minutes later...Chatbox:
He: I love you.
She: Idiot, taste the 'Halva'. Check if it's as yummy as the one you made for me.
Love you, my Devil.
Love is about feeling safe, sheltered.
And watching over each other, even in silence.-
সবকিছু দিয়ে ফাঁকি এক ফাঁকে গুছিয়ে রাখি যাকে,
খেলা খেলা ঘরে হই তার আমি কোনো মিথ্যা অবকাশে।-
Around Here...
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With wide open eyes
I see you,
You may advise
Or you may criticize
With wide open eyes
I continue,
Flying like shining fireflies
Or being the flame on the ice
With wide open eyes
I collect the cues,
And take another step wise
Or do I step back to revise
With wide open eyes
I welcome you,
Through the laughter and cries
You see me fall, you see me rise
Come on, My Friend...
Roll the dice!
With wide open eyes
I enjoy the view,
In me, you may see
A Victor or a Vice
But from here,
I only see 'We' and no 'I's
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Mind and body, heart and soul
I give it,
I give it my all...
It's time I get back to the basics
Pure love; no temptations, no tricks
How I was finding my ground
Wandering among Kings and the clowns
A journey 101, collecting my bricks
I remember,
All those sticks and stones
Braving it all with broken bones
Those memories
All unspoken, never put it in a diary
Now I know,
In the darkest hours do we raise our bars
We need some scars
To shine like stars
(Lose few battles to win the war)
Life is all about rhythm and poetry
Listening to the words of the wise,
(when your heart calls never think twice)
No mocking, no mimicry
Here I go...
I keep learning the lessons
(more than I count on my blessings)
Taking my steps with patience
I thank You, Oh My Lord...
For giving me a voice and these words
With a bard's creed I will bleed
(it's not what you think,
it's not blood, it's ink)
I've just found the magic seed
Being a poet is like being a peasant
You wait through the seasons
till the words become trees
(and finally you break free)
I will dance in this poetic spree
Hoping one day
They will call me 'The Walking Poetry'!!!
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To the almighty
Do I only bow down
The universe is my home
How can you lock me down!
Listen to my heartbeat
It hustles like a rap beat
You can't ever break it
Coz I never fake it
Listen to the rhythm
And listen to the sound
You can feel it inside out
No doubt!
What's lost can always be found
What goes always comes around
So, I'm gonna write, recite
And I'm gonna fight
Till I win the poetic crown!!-
পাশফেরা তোর আমার প্রিয় এই শহরে
মুখ ফিরিয়ে এখন দুজন, একলা এ প্রহরে
আমার নিঃশ্বাসে মেশে না আর তোর উষ্ণতা
তবুও তোরই আবেশে মোড়া আমার নিঃসঙ্গতা।
কবিতার কোলাজ, অবেলার খুনসুটি
মিছে আবেগের লুকোচুরি,
আর শরীরে শরীরে খেলা কাটাকুটি
সেই সব, যা ছিল আমাদের একান্ত আপন...
এখন, চেনা এ শহরেই যেন
প্রতি মুহূর্ত এক অজ্ঞাত জীবনযাপন।।-
The First Fragrance
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The first fragrance
How my heart followed your beats
into the silence
The first fragrance
I remember,
As my nerves shivered
knees trying to keep the balance
The first fragrance
We, finally, closing the distance
Tapping our bodies
On sounds of romance
The first fragrance
We, breathing as one
behaving like pair of swans
Was a lucid madness
The first fragrance
I remember,
Taking me, all over...
Carrying your whispering presence
will walk along with me, forever.
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It's written on your tired eyes,
Only you own my every passionate touch.
When I lose myself
into your scattered hair,
I find myself wandering
in those memory lanes of ecstasy.
My heart is on fire,
taking away all my sanity
Searching for the illusory gem.
May be it shines with scars of stigma
like the shades of your collyrium
But you only wear it as a jewel with pride.-
তোমার ক্লান্ত চোখের অপেক্ষায় আছে লেখা
আমার সোহাগে শুধুই তোমার অধিকার
তোমার এলোচুল ঘেঁটে চলে যাই এক ছুটে
সুখ স্মৃতির অলিগলি, বারবার।
পোড়া মন, করে জ্বালাতন
খুঁজে বেড়ায় অলীক রতন
হোক যত কলঙ্কে মোড়া তবু কাজল রঙা
সে অলংকারই জানি তোমার অহংকার।।-
আমার সাবধানী দুই তালুতে
তোর এক সমুদ্দুর ইচ্ছে ধরতে চাওয়া ভুল,
ছেড়ে যাওয়া চোরাবালির দেশে তবু
পিয়াসী মন চায় আশ্রয় একচুল।-