Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
THE GIRL- CHILD
Oh! All the excitement has ceased-
A girl has born again
The mother is full of joy..
But what about the father,
Is he angry? why?
In-laws make a face, speak wickedly
“How dare she produced a girl”
As she has a baggage already!
There is a hush and a lull amongst the joy,
No rejoice at the nook
No neighbors dare to visit-
Is everyone playing a coy?
Except that mother!
Her heart is full of melody
She knows, all will be unkind
But she feels glad….
Do you know “WHY?”
She knows-
This miracle of procreation
Beautiful in construction
Carries within her-
the beginning and the end.
SOURAV DAS
SAVE THE GIRL CHILD
Saturday, June 27, 2009
IT DOESN'T MATTER
It really doesn't matter
if we are HAPPY OR SAD
It doesn't matter if at times
we both get kind of MAD
It doesn't matter at all
If were WRITE OR WRONG
It only matters In may Heart
YOU really BELONG
It doesn't matter if we are
RICH
or down to one thin
DIME
The only thing that matters is
YOU ARE ONLY MINE !!
if we are HAPPY OR SAD
It doesn't matter if at times
we both get kind of MAD
It doesn't matter at all
If were WRITE OR WRONG
It only matters In may Heart
YOU really BELONG
It doesn't matter if we are
RICH
or down to one thin
DIME
The only thing that matters is
YOU ARE ONLY MINE !!
A QUOTE OF LOVE>>>>>
[try to read it in bangali accent]
"PREM MAIADER KACHE AKTA PROEOJON, SETA AATPOURE SAARI-GULOR MATOI NITANTO SADHARON,TATE NA AACHE ULLAS, NA AACHE BISWAE, NA UCHALATA. CHELEDER PAKKHE PREM JIBON R DURLAV BILAS, GORIB R GHARE BENARASI SAARIR MATO OISWARJO PURNO, J PAE AANEK DAAM DIEE PAE"
"PREM MAIADER KACHE AKTA PROEOJON, SETA AATPOURE SAARI-GULOR MATOI NITANTO SADHARON,TATE NA AACHE ULLAS, NA AACHE BISWAE, NA UCHALATA. CHELEDER PAKKHE PREM JIBON R DURLAV BILAS, GORIB R GHARE BENARASI SAARIR MATO OISWARJO PURNO, J PAE AANEK DAAM DIEE PAE"
Fele asa din gulo....
Khataar pata-e kauke enkechilam-
moner proticria janate-
jibon r surango die hente chalechilam
jekahne mon r lukochuri khela hoe-
chander aaloe.
Satti katha balar r sahosikata aar dekhate chai na
golap r kantae rakto muchki haase...........
Kabita ghola hoe aase,
Neel lekha leen hoe
kham r vitor chinno hoe stabdho hae jae.
Sei chithi r saddyo urte jaoa amar prem.........................
[I WROTE IT WHEN I WAS IN CLASS X AND I WAS FOLLOWING A MIRAGE (Morichika) AND OBVIOUSLY AS THE SAYING GOES "HIGHER YOU FLY,TOUGHER THE FALL" SO I FELL HARD....AND THEN CAME POUSALI AS THE CALYPSO IN MY LIFE]
moner proticria janate-
jibon r surango die hente chalechilam
jekahne mon r lukochuri khela hoe-
chander aaloe.
Satti katha balar r sahosikata aar dekhate chai na
golap r kantae rakto muchki haase...........
Kabita ghola hoe aase,
Neel lekha leen hoe
kham r vitor chinno hoe stabdho hae jae.
Sei chithi r saddyo urte jaoa amar prem.........................
[I WROTE IT WHEN I WAS IN CLASS X AND I WAS FOLLOWING A MIRAGE (Morichika) AND OBVIOUSLY AS THE SAYING GOES "HIGHER YOU FLY,TOUGHER THE FALL" SO I FELL HARD....AND THEN CAME POUSALI AS THE CALYPSO IN MY LIFE]
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
SOMETHING I CHERISH.....
ONLY FOR YOU…………..
I still feel
A surge in my veins,
When you come close
With hushed steps…
I still sense
I’m not deceased as Indus civilization,
When you smear my spirit
with the hue of rain.
I still endure
How precious you are in my life,
When you are not with me
And go far away….
I still reflect
I can erupt like a volcano,
When a glance of your eyes
Pierce my heart.
Toke dilam>>>>>>>>
Ak sathe college-school
jene ne jene anek vul,
sir r notes vag kore para
ei vaab, ei jhagra kara,
"bhoomi", "fossils" r gan e matal haoa.
adda e nesha e samae vule jaoa.
barite na janie cinema dekha
boi melate boi r gandho sonka
vag kore nilam anek kichu
sritee gulo ase pichu pichu
vag holo na je ta
amader bondhutyo seta!
A SPECIAL WORD..........
A Special World
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
and holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
gently nestling us to the fold
like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
and holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
gently nestling us to the fold
like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
SEARCHING YOU...
Now it’s time to sit alone.
Let see the setting sun pass,
Trying to draw a face
In the swift and icy rush!
No bird wakes me up
A cold torrent flows in me
Memories are trying to fight-
Between dark and white…
Life means river of tears
But still have to play the game.
Leaving the nostalgia back
Go away as far as you can (memories).
This life will end with a heart beat
I’m not going to stay in dark
When you will see me in a dream-
Know that I’ve departed in tears!
Let see the setting sun pass,
Trying to draw a face
In the swift and icy rush!
No bird wakes me up
A cold torrent flows in me
Memories are trying to fight-
Between dark and white…
Life means river of tears
But still have to play the game.
Leaving the nostalgia back
Go away as far as you can (memories).
This life will end with a heart beat
I’m not going to stay in dark
When you will see me in a dream-
Know that I’ve departed in tears!
KOLKATA-My City
What is this illusion of yours…
You have sadness, poverty, beggar’s row...
Can't u see?
Still you are my city.
You fall foot over heal with processions
, Die with pollution and sleep in strike,
Do you feel?
Still u are my city....
You wake up with rejuvenating vigor,
Dress up with festive spirit and lights.
Do you know-
Meany dies with diseases.
Don't you care?
Still you are Kolkata.
You let your hair down with cricket and football
Get intoxicated at discos and connect through net...
Are you changing?
Are you a wish yielding tree…..
Still, you are the melting pot of thousand spirits
You are our KOLKATA...
-you are “Tillottama”
You have sadness, poverty, beggar’s row...
Can't u see?
Still you are my city.
You fall foot over heal with processions
, Die with pollution and sleep in strike,
Do you feel?
Still u are my city....
You wake up with rejuvenating vigor,
Dress up with festive spirit and lights.
Do you know-
Meany dies with diseases.
Don't you care?
Still you are Kolkata.
You let your hair down with cricket and football
Get intoxicated at discos and connect through net...
Are you changing?
Are you a wish yielding tree…..
Still, you are the melting pot of thousand spirits
You are our KOLKATA...
-you are “Tillottama”
BLINDS DREEM
No sound, no light, no cry for me,
No colour no picture to see,
A deep cry hides my mind-
I always try to find,
But what?
Whole world has stopped for me
never any waves arises in my sea.
nature becomes dark,
sun becomes fade,
Do you know "I can never see again
but...I know.......
when the midnight comes
when the world goes to sleep
when nature becomes scilent
then they came flying to me.....
they throw light in my eyes
colour in my vain
when morning comes...
my friends go far away
again,nature becomes dark
sun becomes fade........
No colour no picture to see,
A deep cry hides my mind-
I always try to find,
But what?
Whole world has stopped for me
never any waves arises in my sea.
nature becomes dark,
sun becomes fade,
Do you know "I can never see again
but...I know.......
when the midnight comes
when the world goes to sleep
when nature becomes scilent
then they came flying to me.....
they throw light in my eyes
colour in my vain
when morning comes...
my friends go far away
again,nature becomes dark
sun becomes fade........
Blank Canvas
Every time tried to draw
Wiped it off-
In my blank canvas of love
With the colour of love
Tried again and again to draw
Your face-eyes-body,
-But in vain.
Colours have evaporated-
Lost my canvas but one thing still remained
The precious emotion-
The greatest three word…I Love You.
Every time I drew love
It has washed away by the rain.
Only one remain, only one image, in the wilderness of life.
Only you remain
-In this blank canvas of mine.
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