A poor soul, asked the eternity-
Can you tell me,
Where is my destiny?

The eternity jingled, mingled
Laughed, puffed
And said, why should I tell you,
In comparison to me
You are so tiny!

The poor soul, finding the response
Cried a lot, but silently
And asked thyself
For an appropriate answer-

Later on realized
The cruelty of fate,
And, thereafter
Remained silent forever.

One day
I'll not be writing anything,
perhaps not due to any reason,
or, perhaps a reason beyond imagination
and, would not be posting...

One day
I'll not be writing any verse,
perhaps not being well enough,
or, perhaps due to an unknown reason
and, would not able to post...

One day
I'll not be posting any poem,
perhaps due to my prolonged absence,
or, perhaps my days were ended there
and, no one would know.

Shine..
Shine like the morning sun
Shine like the dazzling meadows
Shine like the autumn catkin
Shine like the spring Delonix regia
Shine like the evening star
Shine like the full moon
Shine…

And if these could be my last
few words to the world,
And if this could be my last
poem to be written,
Torned out entirely, but rigid inside
Sad by looking, but happy inside,
I would write, one word, "Companion".

Spanish cherry has erupted in the garden today
There are more flowering of unknown flowers.
Nyctanthes, China rose, Jasmine, Bela
With them the north wind is playing there.

Tuberose, queen of the night
They are known for their fragrance.
Yellow marigold and sunflower
They look so blessed.

In the shadow of Royal Poinciana
Summer sunshine falls.
Champaks, roses and gardenia
Keep the garden decorated.

Flowers blossom throughout the year
Let us see them with all eyes open.

Mughal Emperor, Shahjahan
For the memory of his wife Arjumand Banu Begum
Made, a royal tomb-
Everyone knows it, called the "Taj Mahal",
Which stands on the banks of the Jamuna
With the scope of its vastness.

Beginning in 1832
It ended in 1853,
Thousands of artisans, architects, workers in 21 years
They were dedicated to its construction.

Ustad Ahmed Lahuri was
The original designer,
The white marble dome-shaped tomb-
Being a complex integral, architectural wonder.

Every year, millions of people flock
To see this archetype of love,
Everyone is overwhelmed to see-
In everyone’s heart, it’s unique to cut the stain of love.

Innocent super monstrous empty smile,
That smile is so insidious-
The meaning of which I couldn't find till today,
And it's alike, when did it become stale?

Earthly or death,
Never had time to think about it-
On the perimeter of the dry oasis,
Aimless movement still.

In dark-encrusted salt water, non-invasive transmission
It is as if in a lifeless body, the origin of the heart.

What is memory loss?
I see the crowd of queues,
Or family of migratory birds
Find their nest in the twilight.

Is time being determined by the watches?
This is another wonder of this universe!
In the field of theory it is a physical quantity,
Which is measurable-
But I say, that's relative.
In the evolution of each planet, human is incapable of measuring it.

The shortest time taken - euctoseconds -
And then zeptoseconds, and so on
The largest exosecond, or cosmological decade,
However, can timing be determined overall?

This planet is here from the birth of the universe to the eternity
(though on one knows for sure).
Some moments, some periods, some days, some years,
Some eras, some centuries, some millennia-
It all depends on each other;

Time!
The bridge is limitless,
Don't depend on anything-
Flows from time immemorial,
Clear, smooth, infallible.

Yet for now, become defeated
Seeing the game of life
Back in sight, surrounded in heart
Let's see all the time.

I am stunned, but do not stop
Across the turning points of life
Come in relief, float in consciousness
Glaze for a while.

It's late on the way, so find out
Traveler with the missing target
Looking at the scene, unfamiliar world
Perhaps the steps were not extend correctly.

In the earthly heat, in the drought
Somehow lost the direction
Return always at the same path, with stagnant mind
The darkness do not leave.

The mist-
Could be a cloud of water droplets
Does not shine
But floats in the air.

Suspended above the sky-
Sometimes near or far away
But not too far
Not above the seventh sphere.

Limits the visibility-
One can feel it
One can visualize it.
But no one can touch it!

People say,
Seeing is believing.

But,
if you open your insight
and think really right,
you will find out
that,
your eyes have deceived you.

What you saw and believe
could be quite wrong.

Human perception
is an extremely difficult observation.

I supported you
for not that I loved you
that much,
but, because I did not want
to be alone-

I do not pretend
to be fair by myself
due to many factors,
but, the foremost was
the respect between two souls.

In the life of tears and laughter
What is left to see?
It may seem like this life
Entire entity is empty.

In the bend of river life
The memories are hidden
Never let to catch, never let to see
There is no limit to its perimeter.

So on the pages of life
Let's all write them down
All the makers of all events
And, become a mute witness.

The sun only rises for free.

The moon is indebted to the sun
because it does not have its own light
so it does not rises for free.

The sea depends on the moon
and thus its ebbs and tides
so it is also not for free.

The waterfall depends on the earth's pattern
and it needs the mountain to fall
so it is not a free fall.

But, if we desire
the pure love
it can always be free.

The river does not know how to stop
The movement does not have any border.

It breaks one side and builds the other side
The river goes on to the sea
It breaks down as it wishes
Whatever the dam you built.

Yet this is the life of the riverside
Beloved to many people
They are the witnesses of the breaking and building
The river has taken their own.

The river is filled up
Hits both the sides
Here comes the tidal waves
Wake up everyone!

Is the dream finally broken?
Can not be deciphered, the writing of destiny!
Then, wandering towards the stark reality.

In purity of soul, remembering Him,
Determined determination.

In receiving the order,
No more pointless crossings.

What a lust called!
All are illusory, all are mortal,
When the day terminates, all will be covered in deep darkness.

No more the temptation of hypocrisy,
No more, inevitable bleeding of the heart,
O Indestructible!
Permeate my heart,
Unconditional return to You.

Like it or not,
You have to tell the truth
because, believe it or not
truth, always prevails.

Lies, on the contrary
whatever one tries to make it strong-
it, certainly will fade away
along the way.

A truth never dies-
While, a lie will bring
thousands of more lies.

Fagun came back silently
The murmur of falling leaves stopped,
Soul thrilled as the south wind blows
As if nectar flowed from the blue sky.

Countless flowers bloomed in the forest,
Silk cotton, Butea, Bud flowers filled all eyes.

In the colors of Caesalpinia pulcherrima, nature laid out
The elusive earth catch in maroon color,
She looks amazingly glamorous
Fill the heart with joy.

The river flows slowly with murmuring sound
Two eyes are fascinated by the scenery,
Feels proud to describe
The footsteps of poetry are enriched.

An architect,
drafted, crafted,
and tried hard to make
perfect the design-

But, at the very end
he realized that
a tiny mistake
at the beginning
made everything to collapse
and, therefore,
he had to resign.

Dham kur kur, Dham kur kur
Playing the drum of worship
Upon the arrival of the Goddess
Everyone is chanting.

Children, young and old
Singing various songs
In the pile of tam-tams, the drums
With increased solidarity.

Goddess came on horseback
The Goddess will return with swing
Let the happiness be with her heart
Let everyone's mind be filled with hope.

The worship is going from the monastery to monastery
Worshiping the Goddess
Come on in the happiness and peace
Sprinkle light on the earth.

The world is built around
an invisible, but
rigid wall.

It separates, one kind
from the other, and
as such, the division continues.

Does not matter, if someone
resides in one side,
or the other side-
the destiny would be the same.

Perhaps, it is the reflection
of a soundless dream,
or, may be the perception
of a reality
or, could be the deception
of a dementia.

Sometimes, it is the perfection
of an ignorance,
or, would be the illusion
of an inertia
or, might be the delusion
of an eroded idea.

There is a pile of wood by the side of the oven.
Today's cooking will be using them.

Chewing-*******-licking-drinking,
It is easily conceivable to be fond of eating.

They are devoted souls in burning,
This is their best salvation in the world.

This is how they burn the entire day in the oven,
Their self-sacrifice cannot fail.

Next to it is a fallen log of a tree,
He is different, so why he is so proud.

He said jokingly, "You see,
I am unharmed yet”.

The housewife's eyes fell one day on it,
Suddenly her face became gloomy.

She said, Oh! wood, of no use,
Get away from my kitchen.

She threw it in the yard and kept it there,
Seeing that, the piles of wood, were surprised!

It becomes ants nest, even eaten by termites,
He was left alone, helpless.

If you are not big at work, big at words,
One day it will come, will fall in danger.

Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove,
The flame of love is burning there
Which great warrior is singing melodiously?
In the middle of the unobstructed heart, the sound of the anklet jingling.
Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove.

Awake the night, taken the heart,
In the auspicious moment of moonlight
Very silently under the mimusops elengi
Said the words of the stored heart, inseparably.

So to ask, to whom to call in any tune,
The submerged heart remains full
The Jamuna flows exhausted
Even today, with painted eyes, what a picture to draw.

Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove,
The flame of love is burning there
Which great warrior is singing there?
In the middle of the unobstructed heart, the sound of the anklet jingling.

Kautilya or Katyayan,
They were the best examples in their own essence.

Khana or Galileo,
Couldn't be to become too dear to many.

Van Gogh or Jibanananda Das,
Society did not recognize them, all were delusions.

Sukarno or Kamal Ataturk,
Have they got the real happiness of freedom?

Asking questions back to whom today,
To answer these, who remains there!

Increase the scope of knowledge
Stand in front with a full-fledged heart.
Silly never on earth
Can't be prosperous
The light of knowledge need to be burn
Increase consciousness.

Knowledge will show the way to the end
There is success in knowledge
Ignorance pulls backwards
Brings failure.

Knowledge can give in today's world
New self-esteem
That way you have to forward your steps
Be wise in knowledge.

River flows through singing silent murmurs
The young woman stood up by the side and looked at the sky.

When the boat will bring her heart back
She will take care of him.

Emotions increase without seeing him
In the middle of the heart, beat did not stay.

Everyone came back but he did not
He did not appear to be seen.

Her thin mind is sad by thinking
It's raining cats and dogs through her eyes.

How long has it been passed like this?
Still waiting for her love to come.

Looking at the full moon, kerosene flame says,
On my forehead, draw a mark of royalty.

When you are covered, in the new moon
Yet I, with the light, go on lighting.

Hearing this the earthen lamp, guffawed
People loves more, in worship-prayer.

Moon smiled and said, "Listen, both of you."
You both are equally meritorious, there is no shame.

The stars in the night sky
glow with glitter
Spreads the game of light and darkness
talk about the existence of God.

Very distant from this planet
far far away
They are many light years away
from here too far away.

Yet everyone adheres to the rules
revolve around their peripheries.

There are more stars in this universe
Whose light has not yet come
In the lap of this planet.

Seeing the time is the right way
Have to take the steps
Otherwise, sooner or later
It may fall back.

If the foot falls in the wrong direction
Once in a lifetime
Lots of efforts need to be burn
In getting to the right path.

Running one mistake from the other
Will make filthy
It will not be possible anymore
To stand up straight.

That's why I think so
Go in the right path
Bring goodness to life
And, find peace in your heart.

Some people call me crazy,
Because I am a little bit lazy.
They cannot see me through, due to their eyes are hazy,
They only see what they feel, as they are somehow unpredictably dozy.

The farmer in the field goes on foot
Sweating while ploughing
Harvested with much difficulties
But does not get the real price for his rice.

If he does not pay the loan installments
What will happen next?
The rice will go, the stove will go
Someone thought about it!

People chatters, smatters,
clatters, flatters-
and sometime hugs,
as fake as their smiles.

They dilute, salute,
pollute, elute-
and sometime thugs
as ingenuine as their personalities.

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The forest was so dense,
he could not recognize
whether it is day or night-
but, suddenly he realized that
some kind of bright light is
emitting from the lucky charm
which was hanging from his neck,
so that he could see the front clearly.

Gilbert never realize
how many sun sets and rises
in between, but
he never stopped-
as if some unknown power
is giving his all the strengths.

That bright light lets his way
towards the darkest corner
of the forest,
where the spiritual ghost lives-
“no one is allowed to pass by
this portion of the forest…”,
he heard a heavy voice,
as if talking over his shoulder.

He mumbles, shivered in fear,
but kept himself cool,
rigid, confident-
he asked, ….(something in whisper…),
however, before asking anything,
the voice said, “I know you Gilbert,
son of Ryan and Alice,
you came here for bringing back
the soul of Bridgette,
your younger sister..”

They talked a lot-
a lot about life,
a lot about after life,
a lot about the creation of life….

Continued….

Entering into the nucleus of time,
I saw-
The densest of its protoplasm,
And the part behind the unraised curtain.

Whatever, is in there, as
Successful cells of life
Controls all biological reactions.

That, remain
Innumerable in the center of the soul
Consists of a combination of protons and neutrons.

Where,
A relatively clear ***** exists,
Which is the carrier of perpetuity,
And multidimensional;
As well as it is a silent witness of the eternity!

By you, by me
By the sky, by the wind
By the sound of fallen leaves
By the shadow of broken dreams
By the past days, by the infinite future
By the affection to you
By the smile of yours;

Never allow to drop my words on the soil.

I lost my mind
In the vast field of green village
I lost my mind
At the river side of Shimultali quay.

I lost my mind
In the colored flowers of Caesalpinia pulcherrima
I lost my mind
At the canal of Matamuhuri.

I lost my mind
At the village market of Rangunia
I lost my mind
At the stalk of blossomed Lotus.

I lost my mind
By the tune of the lonely shephard
I lost my mind
By the silent song of the Jamuna river.

O human!

Don't be jealous of others
Keep benevolence in your heart.

Kindness cannot be measured by any proportional
The Creator Himself gives the reward.

Remain devoted to human welfare with all the heart
The result is never good in abundant illicit wealth.

The endowment of benevolence is like a sash in this world
The peace that comes to the soul is the deepest.

Awake me through unwritten
music of mine,
If possible, sing me a song
that would be perfect
and divine,
Perhaps, that is the way
the heart could refine,
But, no one knows the
state of solitude,
which would enshrine.

New sun arises in the eastern sky
Aspirations applauded in the middle of the heart.

This day must be won
Injustice, oppression can not be feared.

Where you see inappropriate, injustice
Protest, to find the proper justice.

Just by sitting, the moment cannot be crossed
To the conscience, one should not be submissive.

With the conviction of the new day, we have to move forward
By overcoming all obstacles, success will surely approach.

Perimeter is perimeter-
Its diameter, radius is constant.
And for the necessities of life
Around that perimeter,
Continuously coming and going.

Alas destiny!
Do you want to return without any need?
In the twilight hours, or on a catastrophic morning.
Will I be able to see you.

What a zero perception!
Ah, what a repetitive format -
Torn pages of a fragmentary novel,
In the bitterness of summer, in the footsteps of memory
There was a murmur,
However, it is very indistinct.

Shrouded in the thick fog of thought,
That destiny-
Cannot be seen even in successive incarnations.
That is indestructibly invisible!

(Continued from 5/10)

When Gilbert reaches
the other side of the flying river
(as if the water was not flowing
But, remained still and seem
the boat was not floating on it
but flying),
while stepping down,
he asked the one eyed helmsman,
“how do I go back to my
home?”

The helmsman replied
in his usual voice,
“time travels fast,
thus the whispers of the forest,
I will know what to do next.”

Thus he took farewell and
approaches the dark forest-
unknown birds chirping,
wild wind was blowing,
coyotes were howling from the distant
even during the day
(because inside the dark forest,
it is so dark and it seems
always night).

He was afraid, but not that much
afraid, when his sisters face
was flashing before his eyes-
thus he took bold steps to
reach the destination.

Continued….

Dressed today in the south wind
Flowers of the remote island-
Full moon night glazed to the tune of Madhabi flower
Where did flute play?

Blowed where on a river bank
The flute of sadness,
Who woke up in the shade of Mahogany tree
With enchanted smile.

Halfly asleeped shy creeper
Still not opened her eyes,
Where the slow flowing river flows
Keeping her current behind.

The dream is awake in the moon light night
On the branch, where the dove is sleeping,
Floating in the imaginary world
Who calls with the elapsed melody.

Sur le chemin de l'autre côté
Quand c'est perdu
Soigneusement gardé dans le coussin
Il cherche ça.
Sur le chemin de la maison, devant le bateau
Sous le fond du four, sous le banc de la pièce, sur les côtés de la maison.
L'adolescence et la jeunesse ont traversé
Maintenant la vieillesse est venue.
Néanmoins, il garda la main dans l'espoir
Un jour, il retrouvera son précieux bijou perdu.

Finding poetry writing materials-
It is as if the walls are surrounded by an unknown dream.

Before the end of the story of Konakchampa,
The fragrance of Yuthika, that floats in the air, leaving well.

Content seems not as comfortable as before,
Yet the heart is full with the joy of emotion.

Let's write about vivacity, passion, and radiance,
If not, something about unbroken spring-
In the midst of unhappiness, but likely to be of joy,
Let the words of the poem float, as it were everywhere.

Sitting still with emotion,
As time goes on, so does infinity.

However, it seems to be why,
To the hungry street child, white rice is more demanding.

At the Ferry quay, he sells green coconuts
A handsome looking boy
He didn't listen to anyone
Used to jump in the moving ferry
Every time, he has been warned
By many ferry drivers.

He didn't know what to fear
But, one day he fell down
While the ferry was moving
Extreme prices have to be paid
One day
It was a bit little late.

The boy falls under the ferry
Lost his fresh lived life
Just in a few moments
All vanished away from eyes.

Mother cries alone along the riverside
With pain in the chest.

Come to the zero, float in the zero
Return to the zero
Seeing in the zero, learning in the zero
Consuming in the zero.

Back to the zero, surrounded by the zero
Arranged in the zero
Mixing in the zero, pressing in the zero
Deletion in the zero.

Walking in the zero, talking in the zero
Passing in the zero
Playing in the zero, fairing in the zero
Ending in the zero.

Stories, never lies
stories, never dies
stories, never go in vain
stories, sometimes written in pain.

Stories, could be right or wrong
stories, make us weak or strong
stories, from future or past
stories, do not rot in dust.

Stories, some are really significant
stories, keep us near from distant
stories, make us strong and brave
stories, do not end in a grave.

This is an outstanding feeling
On the pages of memory
Seems all sorted out
It's like an exchange of nuggets.

Adolescent-youth
When has it crossed
How long is it left
Walking through the door of memory
The wrath of words
Is everything in order?

Gone yesterday
Crossed it
Now let's put it for tomorrow
When will the life fly away
Leaving all the delusion
This is the life of a caged bird.

Southern wind, Southern wind
Take me with you
I want to go
At the bend of that village
Where my heart has fallen.

I fell in love with
the golden paddy field
I fell in love with
the pond side surrounded by water lilies
I fell in love with
the moonlight wet playground
I fell in love with
the colorful village market.

When the sun goes down
Grandmothers start their stories
Fireflies burn in the bamboo garden
The jute field yields gold
Seeing this beautiful panorama
My heart exhaled.

Southern wind, Southern wind
Take me with you
I want to go
At the bend of that village
Where my heart has fallen.