Jealousy is justified when you know you deserve much more than what you have ..
Jealousy is justified when you repent making all the wrong decisions confidently in past...
Jealousy is justified when you also KNOW that the situation will never change to better...you are dumped and screwed ...accept it for this life time and believe in theories of REBIRTH ...

Jealousy - always not a negative virtue
always does not sigh at others!

.............sometimes its SIGH on your presence and what you did to yourself!

Ami pother pothik cholchi tai...
kiser taane jani na bhai
moner kotha luptoprae..
muk bodheer hoe choola ki jae?

...jae jae aj sob e jae ...
jodi manus manus k khae
sontanera smriti harae..bridhhasrom toiri hoe...
lokkho shishu praan harae
sobuj noe !! cement darae.....
montri hoe o sotta jae...
tobe ajke ki na hoe??

jodi ei prithibi hoe jeto pracheen..
adim juge hoto bileen
sei andhokup..nistobdho roop...
bhebecho kokhono?
koto shanti pete ...pete moner araam amoleen

Ami SHOTONTRO

ami shotontro....

chitrokor er priyo rong ami....

kokhono ba nortokir ucchaser mudra...

kobir bohu bebhorito pongti ami....

gayok er alaper prothom suur....

sobar theke shotontro ami....

anondotsobe laal....sokahote gerua boshon..

eka ek nisshase hese uthi bhoyarto sopner kole...

bhoe dekhabe kaake.....je sob nisshes er tole??

anonde smito hese ami onno pane dekhi....

sohosro manuser bhire ami sthir..

sohosro kolotaane ami nischuup....

ek sohuure proticchobi te ami...bohutol k dekhi baksho tate manob namok praani boddho..

ek grameen deshe....sobuj pukure ami dekhi ek ononno rajjo

sobar theke shotontro ami....tulona korona amae...

ami unmaad hoe bristite bhiji...unmotto haha kaare

ami rokto mekhe ullash kori....nijer e khoto sthaane...

Stoned Wings

The pain returns every night, I sleep with a quest to forget the killing sparks.. shooting the strength, making me weaker with every tear drop...Yes I want to depart from the moving world...where every motion is to hurt and destroy...the sharp, cutting pain comes with memories that cannot be cut away from the trail.....starts from my inception till my desertion...they stay like my stoned wings.....yess....i could not separate them from my being, they keep reminding me of the days that has the picture of a burning fire, no fluid to stop the blaze.....Today I long to live with the static...the unframed eternity.....endless.....untouched and unnerved...

UPOHAR......

ami robo nirobe,

akashe dekhi koto tara jolche nijer moton,

jonakir sowndorjo tate ki dhaka pore?

taro alo pai ki bhabe mone dola dae!

pahare dekhechila koto alo oi andho kare ratter,

jonakir moton kokhono ba oi tarar moton nirobe jolche,

aloke dhaka poreo e prithibir buke oi alo annya mayabi bhubone

manush shomaj boddho jib-

khete khae, ghore fere sara diner klanti muche,

arale abdale lekha thake koto jibon smriti,

koto ghotona ghote tar hisheb keiba rakhe,

dekhe chiolam oi pahari narir mukh hashi, r oi shishu gulo,

koto sorol misti, paharer prachurjo jeno tader moddhe

e jibon koto bornomoe, boli borno nai, kotha dekhi nato?

borno ache bolei jibon chole, r oi chikimiki alor chota

tane monke tane bakul kore, kintu dur thekei dekhi,

meghe dhaka akashe ek sorol nira bota, amar cholar sobdo

projapotita ure berae nijer kheale, amar sopnomon bandhe annya khelae,

lekha ache ek ridoer majhe

jekhane chora shrote boe chole rokto dhara, humm tista jemon boe chole,

bohu pathore aghateo boechole nijerkheale,

anek bornito din rattri!

desh prantor perieo, nei kothao bhag batora,

nodikeki bhag kora jae?

jol bhag korbe e khuddro monushya?

jae na..

se chole nijer moton kore soto badhateo sobaike rangie,

romoni romoni, megher moton chuljar,

gobhirotae hisheb paoa jae na!!!

sopno shade bondi pakhi hotath dana mele urte chae akashe,

mrittu bhoeo ache..

dekhlam sei, mittrur pore jekhane lamader boshie deoa hoe himaloer dike mukh kore,

gobhir aro gobhire chole e jatra,

sowndorjo ane akahser nil nirabota,

ami sohure jib, mon bhole kokhon janine...

paharer churae ki dekhlam jani na,

ghore sue mone holo eki sowndorjo,

dekhlam nijer sobta die, romoni romoni hey tumi kotha?

kotha holo tomari shathe himer chadore tumi jorie

tomae sporsho korte mon chae,

sopno tumiki ajo acho amar bhalobashe?

theke asha rakhbo!

theko tumi noeto harabo kotha jani na!!!

bhalo theko!!!

Ekla Mon....

aj hotash kichu okkhore nie takie dekhi oi akasher paane....
neel ronge kichu bhasa ache ki....
bole dae nirmol ek chonder kobita ja bujheo maante pari na....
jibon ki etotae nirmol....jodi bhabi tahole hoeto ba tae.....
fire ese nijer ei andhokar khope...abar prosno kori ei nistobdho ta k......
keno eto shanto, nistobdho ei charipass....??...
uttar nei kothao..
kichu ki nei, naki harie geche..?naki ami ondho..?
k uttar debe...akasher nirmol uttar o to paina ekhane...bondho charipashh..

kash fuler halka dola
neel pakhir daak
anmone gun gun gaan er sur
chena achena gondho

.............pabo hoetoba amar prosner uttar..............

We take birth from Soil…

I was chained down with intrinsic feeling of a compassionate pain for all my alike. They feel, they cry…they often overdo the crime of love, only to get back some more unexplained pain. Are we not destined to be understood or at the least be cared? Yes I do learn a lot from the past days..and its only about the gloomy dark room, filled with tears and ache deep within. Could you hold me up for the sunshine….for the dream I dreamt with unknown reality. My birth was destined…my fate was destined…then why not my expectations..?…Why were they left voluntary to bleed and bleed in the dark wine color…The color that binds a woman to a man …for an endless journey of pain and disgust…!! Should we still follow this destiny? We take birth from Soil… “tumhi se janmoo to shayad panah mile..!!”

jege achi ki...??

sontrash aj jonmeche bohu juger aborjonae.....
sunno theke mrittika hoe baspe misrito sontrash...
sorbojuger atonko aj jonmeche ei juuge.....
gorje utheche akash batash....RDX er gondhe...
ki holo desher...ki holo jon er....ki holo sei bahu bhason er...? a
j mullo heen sei jon ....je jone goreche....somaj...goreche unnoyonsheel ei bharatborsho...
aj jogan di amra sudhu gormeel e kichu vote, kichu neta....ar beyaani kichu ayeen...

jege achi ki...??

The alphabets with broken-wings are crying on the stairs....
at my touch they shrivel, crumble and shrink.
They slither down and break into fragments.....
at the bottom of the flight lovingly I lift their chin and give a look at their pale faces....
but they wail louder...
Soon they shut my door and slip out from everywhere
twisting and turning and forming the characters of fairy tales
knowing my childhood and breaking stories dear to me..

Their ink dripping on my hands I sit here helpless ....
holding the letters of my mind
a prisoner of my own words.....my own mind