Day job

Employed on daily basis
Mr. Nasirul Haque,
Devoted life to service
No, he is completely wrong.

Attend on time every day-
Even some days,
arrive at work before everyone else,
Work with focus-
Although the authorities most days
keep him busy with more working hours,
Under some guise.

For these additional functions
He receives no remuneration,
Happily accepts monthly salary
And nothing more.

Yet he is devoted to his work
Always conscious of duty,
Although all grow at an exponential rate
Not only does his salary.

(The name is an imaginary one.)

Killing trees

The branch fell from the tree on the way,
The branch weeps and says, O Mother
Does happiness lies in this.

The tree laughs and says, O my child
Don't be impatient.
I have given you as a gift, to the human race
Bless you Karmavir.

There are also so many delicious fruits-
When they are satisfied with them,
I am successful in that.

The branch understands all,
Staying silent but looking for-
Alas true happiness!

But why are they
Whenever get a chance
Looking forward to killing the tree?

Desire

Let the bleeding of the heart be soothed,
May the soul's resonance be enlivened.

Let the flame of consciousness burn,
Let the imagery of thought be awakened.

May pure understanding develop,
Vanished away out of tempered concoction.

Let illuminate enlightened insight,
Banished away seduced mischief.

(On the eve of New Year 2023.)

A little light

Give me some light, my love
In a new morning, in the sunshine
I will put it on
And will sale from door to door-

Give me some free air, my dear
It's been a long time, I couldn't take a breath
As if in the middle of the chest,
I will shake my heart in that free air
And I will say back,
Come, all, to this open door—

Give me some rain, my precious
so that I can hide my crying,
The house is tied to any passion
Today it is broken.
So I will try again this monsoon
Again in the old tune-

Give me some relief, my beloved
I could not sleep for a long time, because of the pain of loss
Passed the sleepless dew, for long long,
If you get it, mixing the autumn clouds,
With the starry sky
Will go to sleep
To see memorable dreams.

Boat of oblivion

Seeing the light of the elf-fire
Did not lit in my house
the evening lamp,
Although it burns dimly,
Darkness does not cut it.

With great hope,
I thought it would be like this
Life without a light..

I think hopelessly
Where did it go?
Thereafter,
floating in the boat of oblivion
flowing forever
till the eternity.

The planet

Child, opens her eyes
Looks around smooth earth,
Abounding with many rivers and fruits,
Full of grain and greenaries
It is self sufficient.

Someone said in a desperate voice
O mother of the world,
Will you remain so pure?
Oh my planet.

Looking around the world, sighing
Says, oh my dear
I am helpless because of you
As, erosion is taking place at the source.

Give me back the forest

And in the playhouse of the stone-hewn palace
Blocked without being restrained,
I will go back to the hut thatched with tree-leaves of that village
Where the sweet air flows pure.

In the colored lights of the play house, sometimes
I can't recognize myself anymore
Oh the Mother earth, why hesitate, open it
Open the chained door of my heart.

Give me back, that forest
Where lie my childish days,
I want to shout and say, I am forever happy
My footsteps are there.

I don't need the lion door
I don't need this vain fame,
Being on the dewy grass
Lying down, looking at the blueness of the sky,
And will sing, day and night in the joy of life.

Cocoon

Yet, there could be
another path, or
another time, or
another life-

Like a butterfly,
evolved from an ugly cocoon,
reshaped,
refreshed,
retrospective to the mother nature-

Life, as it would be,
as it would be...

The beginning of the end

The whole world stopped suddenly.
In some unknown fear-
The hullabaloo has stopped,
Movement has stopped
Exuberance has stopped.

Unknowingly
or of it’s own accord,
In a familiar yet unfamiliar world
Limited stroll -
Towards the wearied sky
Back to casual looking.

Where are you, family?
Respond!
Because the mind is very uncluttered,
A little conversation with relatives,
Or a bit of looking, whether it floats in the ether.
Even if only for a moment
All activities have stopped.

Perhaps
All will begin again,
The commotion will begin again,
Movement will begin again.
Exuberance will begin again.
But what does it indicate,
Is this the end of the beginning?
Or the beginning of the end?

(Written during the Covid19 pandemic.)

The epic of Independence

Showed the index finger that day,
The one-
For which the country became independent.

He said, to the
Seven and a half crores Bengalis
To take arms:

Said more,
To liberate the country with all the capabilities.

That call was
Sublime, Lucid, Melodious-
And that was this country’s
The epic of Independence.

Let it fill the hearts of all Bengalis
With words of wisdom,
Remain in the form of radiance
By becoming witness of the eternity.

(Dedicated to the Father of the Nation of Bangladesh.)

Karma

Karma is my power
Find peace in mind by working
There is the relief even if destitute
There is no abode for the indolent.

Hold the oar with strong hands
With a strong hand lead the plough,
Whatever is near or the back
Sing the song of survival.

Be small, be insignificant
Work eagerly and eat day-to-day,
There is happiness in struggle
There is no shame in that.

(Dedicated to those marginal population.)

Farewell Fagun

Fagun is saying, “Good Bye”
Who is looking for the stolen heart?
Filled in this south blown wind.

Who wants to go back looking for the past?
In the midst of isolated soul
In which tune he sang?

Thoughts are crying in the far,
Heart's words remained stale
On the banks of the slow flowing Jamuna.

Twilight is set today with much decoration,
In the shadow of the clouds in the distant sky
With those shining stars.

Moon woke up full, almost full
Heart woke up in the depths of memory
Entered in a thirsty soul.

In this unbroken moonlight,
Someone opens the heart to the silver beam
Who wants whom?

Note: Fagun is a month of Bengali calendar.

Call back

Narrow clouds are playing in the distressed sky,
Cannot spent this time with an empty heart.

The hungry owls simply went to sleep.
What happened to the flowers of cactus blooming untimely?

In what tune do the birds sing at night,
What does the hornet wants at the blind garden?

Earth wakes up to a sleep-awakening song,
In the morning breeze, the soul felt empty.

Where goes the charioteer of warrior Arjuna?
Saussurea obvallata floated in the middle of the still lake.

Peacocks give a blank look towards the peahens,
Wild nightingale sings in what tune?

Why is sun getting up late today?
However, the heart calls back to whom, unknown.

Successive

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.

A little peace

Finally,
She sits on the bench,
Tried to take a breath of calm -
All marginal needs
Pledged to time,
With any long distance train
Like running without a whistle,
It will suddenly stop moving.

Then she will take a walk in the open courtyard.
From where the balcony is loaded with the handle of the bamboo ladder
The open sky can be seen.

Blue sky!
Haven't had a chance to look there for a long time -
From dawn to noon, till the evening lights are lit,
Pick dry wood,
Pushes the kitchen,
Clean the window rust,
Entwined those reed branches,
Washed off the scum from husband's undervest,
By buttoning the eldest son's shirt,
Sew the sleeve of the little girl's dress.

Although a little bit of time arrived;
From where came a stormy crow
Sitting on the courtyard, started yelling-
"I want some food for...

Passer by

Behold!
Who passes by?

Intricate imagination,
Lifeless thought,
Prolonged burden,
Sudden nightmare?

Someone tried to sing a choir
But, alone
In the middle of nowhere
Perhaps emptiness only surround.

Behold!
Who passes by?

Discarded waiting,
Slender hope,
Bitter expectation,
Tuneless descant?

The nest

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.

Reoccurrence

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.

Fagun

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.

(Fagun is a month of spring in Bengali calendar.)

Desire

The millennium is over,
How much water flows in the river Padma,
Someone keeps track of that!
In this short-lived life,
Filled with ups and downs,
Only waves of pain flow.

I am at the crossroads of tomorrow,
With aspirant hope raising both arms.

Everything is in motionless motion-
All speeches seem to be lost,
All reflections have disappeared,
Only the heart can tell, whom it wants.

Turn around silently,
The mountain of thoughts are in front,
Can they be recognized?
Time flies like a butterfly
Wants to look at the annihilation,
Again searching for what has been lost on the way.

A group of fireflies

A group of fireflies,
With longing for life, very quiet
Spread the light in the darkness of the bamboo garden and say,
We wanted to enlighten the whole world like this-

A group of fireflies,
Illuminated,
The house where the unlucky mother turned off the lamp, without any compensation
Till the sky becomes rubicund, by the dawn-

A group of fireflies,
Forgetting arrogance, gathered under the bench of Dukhai's kitchen
Gathered, and brightened with the light,
Until the fire in the oven is re-ignited.

A group of fireflies,
When the gaps in the Mahogany tree vanishes, tell the full-grown moon to fall into the bushes of Phenymansa,
Said, No problem, you get some rest,
We are here to enlighten the earth.

A group of fireflies,
Woke up on the very first morning of the Ekushey,
Shine by exposing the foot of the Martyr Monument,
And they said, sleep...

The past

Alas, the stagnant past,
Fell into utter darkness.
The heart is pounding,
Opening the closed door.

Alas, the starving past,
Ability is very limited.
The policy is worn out,
Thin and lean in half bed.

Alas, the unspoken past,
Written with an unclear mind.
From a lonely God,
Avatar of deviation.

Alas, the faded past,
The attainment is inlaid.
Deluded with situation comedies,
Worn out in childishness.

Sapphire

Oh, wearing sapphire,
Who goes there walking in heavy rain?
Kadamba and screw-pine are blooming in the garden.

Come on in a  hefty watery rainy day,
What is the melody ringing in my heart!
Would I be able to recognize her?

Thick cloud is kissing the blue sky,
Looking at them with flashing eye-
Gardenia is swaying in the south wind below.

Where are you going placing morning glory on the chignon?
I just sat there with mirthless heart-
The tide rises again in the ever-flowing river.

Humanity

Ministers-Advisers, forgetting the differences of the tribe,
Put humanity above all.

Sprinkle the heated earth
With the song of equality,
May the wind of peace blow
Across all soul.

Promote thought-consciousness
Extend the hand of cooperation,
The light of non-violence ignites in the heart
Success comes every morning.

Enrich every heart of this planet
Let there be peace,
Fill all around in sympathy
Remove all confusion.

Nature

Suddenly the wind sways
The flower of Nymphaeaceae shook-
The girl wearing azure blue sari came,
Pull it out of the water with both hands,
It will become food before the mass noon terminates.

They came from Maltigaon
How many children, old and young, emptying the village,
They too have jumped into the lake like that,
Carp, Snakehead, Shoal, Mullet
Whatever it is, it will be lost today,
All empty before the rage of the clouds.

Hanging on reed branches
The Kingfisher is also in oblivion-
There is nothing left for dinner.

Meanwhile the neglected crabs,
Dry sighs and wants to drink from the sky,
Some say, "I want to breathe a sigh of relief!"

(In lieu of the World Environment Day.)

Daughter of water

The daughter of water is running towards the home
After taking a shower in the sea water,
Bland shades thus looks towards
To see her, passionately.

The drunken wind is blowing there
Spreading her body odor,
The silver anklet is playing on the feet
The mind-soul is pacified.

Rubbing collyrium in her two eyes
Bunch of flowers in her chignon,
She is walking on red feet by painting with lack-dye
A white flower pendant in the ear.

Which crystal water filled the eyes
What a deep love there,
Gallinules are singing in unison
Her body is filled with gold color.

Beckoning with the hand

The deep forest calls out,
In the tenderness of the leaves
What an illusion is involved.

The murmur of dried leaves
Blow in which tune,
Hijal, tamal, in the shade of shawl
Called away in a remote place.

Curved narrow paths
Merged into an unknown border,
Green forest surrounded by shade
Prate by prying.

The dew of the grass wraps around the feet
Still walking randomly,
The rainbow came and filled my heart
I want to return to her embrace.

(Hijal- barringtonia acutangula,
Tamal- cinnamomum tamala,
Shawl- shorea robusta)

Farewell bell

Suddenly the farewell bell rang,
Who or what will be lost forever
Gave the advance message.

The eagle that flies alone in the sky,
Or the old vulture perched on a palm tree,
Or the memories arranged in the middle of the heart.

Standing in the shade of a tree,
The whole world revolved unexpectedly,
And according to Newton's third law-
Every action is like an equal and opposite reaction,
The activities shifted.

Suddenly again,
Wind, clouds, sunshine, rain, storm,
All the matches became one.
And standing at the crossroads,
The emaciated, hungry child cried and said:
"I want a handful of food!"

(In memory of my good friend Bill Manning.)

Never know

The moonlight disappeared suddenly,
Took the darkness with her-
Who placed passion-flower in her ears,
With a uncomprehending smile,
With a cowardly step who came and stood in the corner of the square.

Silver moon,
That is painted only on the painter's canvas.
Under the bare wood apple tree, or on the edge of the cinnamon forest,
Is anyone waiting for someone?

With a weak argument,
What a tense memory to hold!
On the other hand, in earthen plate, the rice is poured with water
But the tailed dog plundered all,
And I stood under the darkness,
Recite Shakespeare's lyric.

Yet I don’t know why, but hear
The fasting street child continues to say,
"Give me a handful of food!"
I can't write poetry anymore.

Song of life

Building the canopy with dry grass and leaf
Tied up their house,
Still in the house corner, with full of smiles
Enchantress is active.

Housewife living in the illusion of home
Hides her shy face,
Two companions in happiness and sorrow
In private.

Menting the old net with Ebenaceae juice
Fisherman rushing to the river,
Fisherwoman looks towards his way
Sings in a melodious tone.

Seen in new tidal waters
New song of life,
Standing on the mildly flown banks of the Jamuna
Fill their mind and soul.

(Dedicated to all those fisherman families
who lives on the river banks of the Greater Bengal.)

Endowment

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.

Souls

Souls
content or discontent
satisfied or unsatisfied
but at the end all fade away.

Waiting

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.

(Dedicated to those lonely souls who wait for their expatriate loves.)

Desires

Indomitable desires,
The bald bubble remained invisible in the bushes.

There is a whimsical settlement of the people near the shore,
On the uneven shores of thought-
Listen to the song of the elusive rain,
Match the eyes, shed tears-
It is mixed within the soul to soul.

Only now doves graze in the courtyard of the house,
Filled with loneliness all the time,
Through the gaps of carelessly growing shrubs,
The torn moon peeks out.

And consumes eternally,
With the hopeless thoughts,
Yet suddenly attacked-
Weeping desires, in the valley of the last sleep.

Time

Time
Passes by
Like a distant butterfly!
Never step down on my eye.

Lines

I gave freedom to those lines,
Let them fly in infinite space-
Flying unhindered,
So that no one else
Can't capture them unnecessarily,
Let them just say with open their minds.

There is no stopping for any reason,
Let everyone make their debut in a drunken state.
Paint in abstract desires,
Long-distance paths-
It rubs and corrects the rust of the heart,
I left the lines again to fly.

It's like finding yourself anew,
Floating on the ferry of life, rushing to the drink of lifeless feelings.

Something

Sometime, some period, some days, some months, some years,
Some eras, some centuries, some millennia-
Everything is limited to that "something".

And that is the smallest part of the eternal universe,
It is only a part of what is being described.

Invisible to the idea, there is no "anything",
Even if I leave, it does not leave me.

Life revolves around this "something",
All wanderings are limited to this "something".

Although this "something" refers only to something,
Yet the scope of this "something" is not known,
Receiving of "something" not to be known too,
Finally,  everything ends within this "something".

Desire

Fat less bone chewing
Extended delivery of debt.

Floating in imaginary happiness
Smile in a broken heart.
The rise of thought which is invisible
Fainting in the imagination.
Thoughtless consciousness
Worship without offering.

I kept within silent thinking
Ride in the free tide.
Fascinated by the incarnation of the event
The soul is angry at the not so long ambiance.
Ah! Unmixed results
Let the surface start from Zero.

Environment

Suddenly looking at the open sky,
I raised my arms and asked-
“Oh space!
Is your zodiac still intact?”

He answered with a sad face-
“In the uninterrupted activity of humankind
Ozone layer is followed by fatigue and constant tiredness.
As a result, the earth is becoming untidy;
Somewhere prolonged drought,
Extreme flooding somewhere,
A catastrophic storm somewhere,
Tsunami somewhere,
Glacier somewhere.
But what about them, will their own end
Be caused by themselves, soon!”

Dissection

Optional dissection of the heart-
Again, not in the traditional way,
In sophisticated automation technology-
Which has not been noticed before.

So be it
Can be described,
All those specific processes.
There is no fear of being aroused,
Because it was not affected by any epidemic.

Solid routine activities-
But precaution has been taken,
Where-
Premature death does not occur,
Since there is no one to go to voluntary burning, back and forth.

I said

I told the housewife-
Be kind!
She didn't listen,
Unwanted pain scrambled in the heart.

I said to the earth-
Why hesitate!
I can't stand it anymore,
Can't see all those closed doors.

I told the night-
Get some sleep!
I am very tired of passing sleepless hours,
So in a trembling foot, I am moving, stopping, stopping.

I told the boat-
Take me to the shore!
It left with the other visitors, but me,
What sacrificial fire entered into the heart.

Thereafter-
I sat down in awe,
The moon appeared at the end of daytime,
Remained exhaled by the clamors of grigs.

The beginning of the end

The end is not the end,
That is why the remnants were left.
Who's calling today in which tune,
Though remain eager to obtain something.

Before I could think about it, I started walking,
Walked from axis to axis, alliance to alliance
The heart became thick in the crowd of sadness.

I lost myself in those unprotected borders,
Though there were compassionate efforts to illuminate the path,
In the light of gradual aging.

Still searching in the shadow of oblivion,
Day’s sun laid to the western sky,
And in front there is the white mountain of hope.

And no turning back,
And no more "Let bygones be bygones" -
Let go off all those repentance,
Stay away from all the bad omens.

Delusion

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!

Destiny

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!

Footprints

Footprints-
When did they fade away,
In which inauspicious time
Only dust has increased step by step.

In a similar time-
Started walking again,
Stay behind all those hopes and mis-hopes
Anything remains are gone.

No more lament-
Silently wipe the tears,
Tiny moments remain forgotten
The dialogue is missing.

Floating in the sea of hope-
Firmly grasp the helm,
On the way forward
Love the silent acceleration.

Sarengi

Suddenly, the sarengi rose to a certain tune,
The heart woke up and looks towards far away.

The homeless mind lost its way in an unknown direction,
However, extended the hand saying that it would be time to leave.

What else does it take to tie the wire apart from the binding,
Perhaps, there was a dry bouquet on the open window.

What will happen if the tomorrow remains to be recognized,
Though trying to make up for those lost old days.

In search of happiness

In search of trembling happiness
The worn heart understands whatever.

Cold air is blowing in the field
Spending all the time by thinking.

Already lost the way forward
Where do I stand with my hopes extended.

The past is behind the speed of life
Gets tired of finding the wrong path.

Weevil filled path spreads despair
However, the sun sets at end of the day.

Good time

In a windless winter
crystal snowflakes were
falling from the sky-

They were falling,
falling all around me,
my neck, my head,
on my wet eyes-

With the stalled wind, there was
no illusion in the mind
as I could feel all my pain-

However, I thought I could find a
piece of summer heat wave
within your heart-

But, as you did, whatever your
heart desired and
all of them are currently
sudden fractions -

Now, everything is falling apart
nothing is though new
but happening almost
every now and then-

Hence, I thought, I will wait here
for a while, if not
for a lifetime-
And, desiring that those good time
somehow will
come back again.

(Note: Based on a true story).

Respect

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.

Half of the heart

I know who you are
and, I know where your
other half of the heart-

Even, so, I look at this half
that makes me happy,
though, broken and sordid-

I just ignore the other half of you
that broke full of my heart.

Crack of dawn

Bondless stars dancing in holocaust
They fell in a meteor shower, suddenly.

I want to renew my wishes, once more
That's why I look at the heavens.

The earth lost her drowsiness,
While the sun light filled the hollow sky.

The river dances with her own current,
She goes on towards the sea, for ever.

What do I hope to sing, at this moment
Woke up in the crack of dawn, in brevity.

Time

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 organ exists,
Which is the carrier of perpetuity,
And multidimensional;
As well as it is a silent witness of the eternity!

Poetry

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.

Thoughts

Yours sincerely,
I think it's just a lie-
The intoxication fell apart,
Thoughts are always left behind.

In that swing without swing,
Cannot find the reach-
Dam breaks in the tide,
I took life as it is and understood.

Came the dark on the path,
I'm still going on.

When the lamp is lit in the evening,
Remain as heartbroken.

Keeping the door closed,
I went to see the other plans.

In the crowd of unnamed roads,
Looking for those unknown signs -
The mind cries as it leaves apart,
The soul is lost again.

Unspoken utterances

How do I tell someone,
Which way to go-
All the ways met there,
In the back alley of life.

Standing on the other side of the border,
I pry by raising both arms-
Tired traveler loses target,
Bumblebee is looking for the nectar.

In what tune did I sing,
Though, I want to fulfill my soul-
Scattered flower petals on the pavement,
Someone trampled them.

What am I thinking today,
Is which color the sky has laid out?
Again, I am looking for the way with false hope,
Flowers are falling with silent cry.

Homeland

Girt with rivers, abounding with fruitful trees;
With land of harvest, full of greeneries,
Oh, my motherland,
Keep your devotion in my heart
You are eternal.

How many rivers flow
All over your perimeter
Nameless birds live
Happily in all those trees.

How many flowers bloom in the forest
The mind is filled with their fragrance,
How many scrumptious fruits grow on the tree
In those satiated gardens.

You remain profound in our heart
Let us praise you,
Stimulating happiness and prosperity
Make us dignified.

Consciousness

Browsing the dictionary,
I wanted to make life tidy.
Promised,
Remained above adversity-
Tolerating all iniquities.

The heart is filled with dissatisfaction,
Although I have dedicated all my activities-
To all the well-wishers.

I'm in pain today,
Yet I did not make the treaty unjustly-
Betting on my life.

In this way passed those days,
Ideas all suffer from delusions-
Destiny faded with the eternity.

Assignation

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.

The stagnant past

Alas, the stagnant past, falling into utter darkness
My heart is pounding, the door is open and closed.

Alas, the endless past, without the lure of ability
The dictum is worn out in sentences, half awakened though.

Alas, the indefatigable past, composed with a fearless heart
Lonely as the incarnation of any God, deviation of Avatar.

Alas, the faded past, the gain is inlaid
Drenched in delusion, perhaps, worn out in childishness.

Ever-continuing

The shadow is the nest of deep peace
This is within my village,
Waves playing in the green field
It flows from the south.

The field is full of
Golden rice,
The shepherd boy sits in the shade
Plays to the tune unknown.

The river flows with gentle sound
Many boats are docked in the quay,
Little children remain engaged
In the village market with full of colors.

In the water of the paved lake
Lotus flower is in bloom,
Hanging on the ears of the village bride
Passion flower’s pendant.

The heart remained stagnant
In the firefly glowed night,
I hope to awaken the soul
In the womb of the new morning.

In a secret dream

In a dream, in a very secret dream-
I thought about someone in deep secret ..

I am a dreamer,
Day to day belongs to the hope
And the path goes on and on.

Oh the past! Beyond my hope-
I saw that fell by each and every moment.

In intense silence,
The moments are gone passed
Still thinking anxiously.

O neighbor of my heart-
When you have become a distant stranger.

Never know
Could not read my heart, with exhaled compassion -
I saw all in the middle of a dream,
It floats in the blink of an eye.

In a dream, in a very silent dream-
I saw someone in deep secret ..

Good for nothing

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

Chewing-sucking-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...

Power of truth

Like it or not
you cannot ignore the truth,

Believe it or not
sooner or later
the truth will prevail.

But, the reality is that
till that time,
you may cease to exist.

Peace of mind

Once in a life time
a beggar, found a holed dime.

He thought
what would he do with it?
He cannot buy a loaf of bread
or, even a small slice of meat.

As long as he thinks
All his ideas become stinks
and, finally he decided to throw it away,
He threw the holed coin in the quay.

He then realized,
Whatever you seek in life, you will not find.
Hence, it is better not to think about it
and, it will bring you the piece of mind.

Tiny mistake

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.

Silence of dream

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.

Thoughts

By far
thoughts are sometime hollow,
perhaps,
they are not that easy
to swallow.

May be they could be
in the realm of extreme,
or, could they be
part of an unusual dream.

In this hazy world
nothing seems to be perfect,
or, could be real true-
Even though people
more or less
rely on their thoughts,
due, or undue.

Human perception

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.

Truth Vs. Lies

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.

Life!

Life is a boiled egg
does not have any leg,
If you keep it to rest
it cannot do at its best.

If it is kept out of the thought
certainly, soon enough
it will rot.

Life is a smuggled ship
sooner, or later
it will drawn into deep.

Hence, it is better
to keep it untouched,
And, think about the rest of the world
though bitterly scratched.

(Note: Let us take life as a humor,
otherwise, it gives nothing but pain.)

Father

One day, a loving father
bought a peculiar machine
for his loving daughter
so that she could produce good dreams,

The other day, the tender father
Bought an invisible brush
For his adoring daughter
So that she could paint her thoughts,

In another day, the caring father
Bought a tiny silver coin
So that she can pour it into the piggy bank
And becomes prosperous in her life,

A day unknown, the devoted father
Bought his own heart
For the fond daughter
but she refused to admit his sacrifices.

(Note: Life is as such that sometimes people
do not care about the devotion and sacrifices
of the nearest ones.)

Destiny

Remain awaken, remain awaken-
When the evening stars wear down and set to the western sky,
And burns by glittering,
Talk to them in a whispered voice-
Remain awaken, remain awaken.

Alas destiny!
Why do you plant poisonous trees with utmost care?
And that is why it has been hanging in my shoulder since time immemorial.
Although a truncated demon has swallowed everything,
But I'm not the only one to lose.
Remain awaken, remain awaken.

Alas, stupid destiny !!
I have fallen into the trap of temptation for a moment-
So Saturn appeared, and was filled with immense depression.
However, still walking in excitement,
Holding the Book of Thoughts in a firm grip
Remain awaken, remain awaken.

Hope

Hope-
is a funny word,
you know.

Though it's comprised of
only four alphabets,
but, to most of the living things,
it has no boundary,
it has no end.

Realizing the inherent fact
that, most of the hopes
just evaporate,
or, may remain at the cocoon,
or, may never see the face of light.

All hopes, however, remain
for days-months-years,
throughout their lives
in dispire!

Not realizing the other fact
that, hope belongs to the eternity.

(Dispire meaning- To make someone less interested in pursuing a desired goal.)

Life long story

People, usually talk about
all kinds of things-
but, do not say about
the things, they really think.

Even, sometimes they may
say, what they want-
though not much
but, they cannot
though they pretend.

Oh!
It's a
life long story!

One day

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.

Smile

Smile, a little
or bray, cachinnate,
cackle, chortle, chuckle, or giggle.

You can have a reward smile
or, perhaps an affiliative smile
could be a dominance smile
even the lying smile
Could be the wistful smile
Conceivably the polite smile
Possibly the flirtatious smile
or, perchance the embarrassed smile.

Does not matter!

As long as you smile with your untainted heart,
that's matters the most.

Therefore, smile
By reflecting your unsullied heart.

Ungrateful

The sadness of the ax reveals, without its handle,
At the very near, finding a Ficus religiosa tree,
Said, O my savior.

Said in a gurgling voice-
Will you provide me a dried bough,
Only then can I be effective,
I'll get back my working rhythm.

With a huge heart of the tree,
Said, my dear, obtain it,
I’m donating it for your action.

Suddenly the completed ax-
Began to slash the trunk of the tree,
To acknowledge the benefits of the benefactor
Does anyone cares a little!

Gary and the Lighthouse (part 9/9)

(Continued from 8/9)

The wicked witch feel hard,
her body become emotionless
by falling from the very high of
the lighthouse-
Gary observed
silently from the abyss.

Thus Gary remembered
all those fables from his
grandmother,
as the stories of his
entire life
passes by his eyes.

When he realized that
the wicked witch is no more,
he slowly climb down
the stairs,
and thanked
wholeheartedly,
the old lighthouse-
that saved him too
along with many many
other souls
throughout the century.

To Gary,
the old lighthouse
remains as the symbol of
courage, strength and
inspiration-
as he became old,
he used to tell these stories
to his grandchildren, and
his grandchildren would tell them to
their grandchildren,
while the old lighthouse
remains ...

The wall

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.

Feelings

Constantly trying
To be excited,
In the new consciousness-

Situations are being observed
However, seems to be submerged,
In concentrated pain.

Hope swings in despair
Thought-consciousness-power perception,
Plays in the middle of the fog
From birth to death.

Wrapped in the subsequent wrap
Yet the journey ahead,
Unexpected intent digs, and
Increases only the level of hesitation.

The heart returned crying
When will it end,
Surrounded by invisible feelings
Think so all day long.

Gary and the Lighthouse (part 8/9)

(Continued from 7/9)

He felt in his heart
new inspiration
and ran faster
to reach the stairs
of the right house.

Gary remembered,
in many occasions,
he used to climb up to the
top of the old lighthouse,
from where he could see
the entire landscape,
the sea, the meadow,
the mountain
and his small township.

Those stars were
very familiar to him,
so he could climb faster-
thus the wicked witch
tried hard.

But, as he believed in his heart-
when he reached the almost
the top of the lighthouse,
his feet did not slide
but, the wicked witch’s-
and he saw from the top,
the wicked witch to fall.

Continued….

(Pure fiction.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

Real happiness

Moon of the sky says, I have the light
The flame of the soil made lamp says, I have the light!
The burning candle says, I have the light
The glowing neon lamp says, I have the light!
The star wakes up and says, I have the light
The torch shouts and says, I have the light!
Firefly coughs and  says, I have the light
The sun smiles and says, everyone stay well.

(Note: Real happiness remains inside the heart.)

Gary and the Lighthouse (part 7/9)

(Continued from 6/9)

He was becoming weak day by day,
as the wicked witch was
putting her black magic on
Gary, remotely, however
her main intention was to become
immortal, by using
a few drops of Gary’s blood.

While sleeping,
Gary had several nightmares
about that wicked witch-
because his soul could realize
this happening ahead-of-time.

As usual, Gary used to
jog over several miles
across the mountainside,
the seaside and
the by the side of the old lighthouse.

One day while he was jogging,
he heard a hissing sound
behind his neck-
he looked and instantly
recognized the wicked witch
was running after him-
to catch him and
get the blood for her black magic.

He started running faster-
suddenly some birds
were flapping their wings loudly-
he heard,
dogs were ...

Riverside life

This side breaks, the other side builds
This is the game of the river.
In this game of breaking down and building
Running the life along within the days.

Those who live by the river
The world of many sacrifices is theirs.
Yet they fight
In this range of life.

In tune with the river
This is the game of life and death.
And, this game of breaking down and construction
Is running timeless.

(Note: Remembering them who lives on the river bank of many rivers of the Bengal.)

Listening

Listening to the silence of my past
Listening to the shadow of my dream
Listening to the hollow of my thought
Listening to the gesture of my future..

Everything is inaudible.

Companion

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".

(Based on a true story.)

Gary and the Lighthouse (part 6/9)

(Continued from 5/9)

Gary was not only a
philosopher and philanthropist,
but also a poet.

He used to write beautiful
poems at his leisure time.

Once he wrote,
to his girlfriend, Monica, a poem,

“The sun is a lone warrior,
because every night
seems to be the last night to us,
but while the sun rises
all the darkness vanishes”.

Another day, he wrote about
The passion of life,
for the local newspaper,

“If you listen to the
gentle breeze that is flowing
over the green meadows
where the morning sun
is reflecting,
you are going to listen
it in the breeze
and while you gasp
towards the blue sky,
it seems full of
eternal aspirations-
there you could see a steady
but, glowing star
that guide you
throughout your life”.

But, as we all k...

Excellence

Butterfly said by calling, O bumblebee,
Have you observed my colorful wings,
Yet you are so dear to the bard?

What a melody he has created for you,
I remained unseen-
As far as I fly across the sky.

The bumblebees said, by whisper,
My humming loudly penetrates to the soul.

In addition, eating my collected honey,
Everyone is happy, remain wonderful in heart and healing.

(Many songs have been created on bumblebee
by those bards in the Greater Bengal.)

Gary and the Lighthouse (part 5/9)

(Continued from 4/9)

Gary went to the town
high school, where
he met Monica,
his classmate.

They used to study together,
play together,
sing together,
think together,
till they become soulmates.

The most important thing
in his life occurred in that day
when he found out
about an unusual truth
about his family tree.

He is the first son
of his father, thus
his father, his grandfather
till the seventh past generations.

To him it become
not a gift
but a curse,
as the wicked witch
(who used to live inside
the deep of the dark forest)
learned about it.

Continued….

(Pure fiction.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

Salvation

The forest cried out loudly- says, O mankind!
Silently, in secret, I remain. Is it wrong?

With shade, with fruit, I try to make you happy-
I wish, let it be filled with enchanted environment.

However, at any chance, being severed-
In your actions, always remain frightened.

Gush, when will you have a little bit of moderate knowledge?
That day presumably will be our salvation.

Gary and the Lighthouse (part 4/9)

(Continued from 3/9)

While walking across those paths
for many years,
his grandmother used to tell him
a lot of other stories about life,
nature and humanity.

Once he asked his granny
about the meaning of life-
she said, “If you really
wish to learn the true meaning
of life, then accept the
challenges that could come to you”.

She further side, “Challenges
are the best way
that make us grow”.

Gary took those words
as milestones and
took them very seriously,
and thoughtfully-
like the lighthouse,
those words were
also worked as
the guide in his life.

Continued….

(Pure fiction.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

Enshrine

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.

Gary and the Lighthouse (part 3/9)

(Continued from 2/9)

Gary's grandmother,
while walking along the half-paved way
towards the school and
coming back,
used to tell him
many ancient fables about the
prehistoric lighthouse.

She told him that
this light house is standing there
over more than many decades, and
not only it guided those lost sailors
during the old days,
but also
saved them in many occasions
by giving them shelter
during natural disasters, like
severe storms, hurricane and tidal waves.

To Gary,
the lighthouse became a symbol
of strength and coverage,
and at later stage
it also saved his life
at the right time,
at the right moment.

Continued….

(Pure fiction.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

Realization

The caged bird has such a great pride,
He thinks the cage is a flowery garden.

In his anxious mind, he looks towards the sky-
He does not take other animal into count,
He sings whatever comes in his own mind.

Once someone forgot to close the cage door-
Out of the cage he feels very proud,
Tried to fly a little with the fragile wing in the air.

Nah, he could not fly at ease -
Also, no one care about it, as he did before towards them,
He fell into a bitter conflict.

Then, somehow coming back in the cage,
He closed the door himself.

Life is so easy to observe from the distance,
It is so intricate to feel from the adjacent.

Gary and the lighthouse (part 2/9)

(Continued from 1/9)

Gary’s  grandfather was a
very rich person and
he inherited a gigantic
piece of land with many
trees and meadows near
the mountain.

When he became old enough
to take care of them
his father gave everything
to him as a gesture
of fatherly love-
thus Gary used to live
a decent life.

He remembers,
when he used to go
to the nursery
crossing those meadows,
half paved roads,
crossing a curved bridge-
by holding hand of his
grandmother,
they used to pass by the sea
where there was a
very old lighthouse
standing alone, like a fortress.

Continued…

(Pure fiction.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

Perception

Being emotional, I sat down on the meadow
The heart carries with all the unspoken words.

Desired to catch the moon, no matter how it is
Being distracted, it seems like a nightmare.

Wanted to count all those glittering stars, with wide eyes in their range
The whole thing goes to waiting, waiting, and waiting.

Wanted to get down in the water, without knowing how to swim
Get drowned in deep abyss.

Wanted to sing a song, but couldn't understand the notation
At this hour, in amazement, the mind and soul were aroused.

Mother World

Oh! Humiliated  mother world
You got the territory,
I have been sitting on the ground destroying you
Engaged in a drunken game.

Yet, you have spread your love
In the green ceremony,
I sit on it and put fire on it
In the betrayal of ignorance.

The whole world gazing it
But, everyone is dumb,
Your comfort is our comfort
We don't understand, why!

Pardon me being forgiving
Oh! Mother world,
And will not make any mistake knowingly
Kissing your prosperous land.

(Note: On the eve of United Nations Climate Conference.)

Gary and the lighthouse (part 1/9)

Gary used to
go to the nearby nursery
holding the hand
of his grandmother
(his mother died
while giving him birth),
and theirafter
his grandmother
became his mother
and seemingly, his father too
(as his father used to
work in a remote island
as a fisherman).

His father used to
visit him occasionally
because of the bond
in between them
(though his father got married
and have his step brother
and his step sister,
he learnt from reliable sources),
because they never met before.

His father, Kevin
liked him a lot and
came to visit him,
especially during the Christmas holidays
with a large number of gift items-
he could even
was not able to to count.

Continued….

(Pure fiction.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

Clumsy me

Clumsy me,
never thought that
the life could take
such a discourse
such a dip
such a diabolical turn.

Between the hinges of
acting or not-acting,
what is inside the
so-called life;
is it a metaphor,
is it an illusion,
is it humble submission to the eternity?

Sprout, but
not cluttered in
utmost thought,
perhaps, someone
is pulling the string
from behind the curtain.

Hence,
everything and all other things
are in vain-
is it perpetuality? perpetual
is it hypocrisy?
is it pretendance? pretending
is it
never be able to distinguish-

Clumsy me!

Eternal

What an amazing beauty, I see
Oh my motherland!
It amazed my heart, and I sing
You are eternal.

Floating cloud raft, in the middle of sky
Playing there cheerfully,
I spent the whole day, by looking at them

The river flows, with silent jingle
What a beautiful sight,
The mimusops elengi are blooming, in the branches.

Golden paddy in the field, filled the farmer’s heart
Shepherd joined him with his flute,
Mind and soul get pacified.

Unknown Guest

Unknown guest standing at the door
Try to get her a sit,
Whatever is ready at home
Give them to her to eat.

It seems that it has been a long time
She has not eaten a good food,
What a compassionate face, wanting sight
I don't think there is any joy, there.

The heart is deeply scarred
Seeing her gloomy face,
What's the harm in trying
As if she gets some happiness, at least.

(Note: Dedicated to those needy faces.)

I am

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.

Life!

Life! An illusion, or delusion
Life! Is it to try, or to try, but a far cry
Life! A dream, or scream
Life! An existence, or resistance
Life! A perfection, or defection
Life! Is it saturated, or perforated, unrated!

Good morning

The sun painted in red already woke up
In the eastern sky,
What a type of touch spread in the heart
In the morning air.

Every side smiled candidly
With the yellow ceremony of Mustard flowers,
Waves playing in the golden paddy fields
What a pleasant ambience.

The bird's singing filled the moment
Many flowers are blooming in the garden,
With a handshake at the beginning of the day
Very thin clouds are floating in the sky.

Wandering mind become agitated
Here is the fresh Sun,
Observing this eye-catching appearance of nature
Just like a picture painted on canvas.

Stream

The stream silently laughs,
O floating cloud,
You are stunned
You have become stale.

Where did the hectic bustle go
Where the noise,
Sitting in the far corner of the sky
What a feeling you have!

Meanwhile, look
Towards me,
Everyone is drowning and swimming
With pleasing minds.

Cluster of clouds said,
“Hey water stream-
Without me,
You are such a wretch”.

Dukhu Mia

Will you glance with silent eyes
No more talking,
There was a lot to say
But, they remained as it is.

The hand holding the sword,
The same hand holding the pen-
Enlightens the consciousness
The silence was broken.

Back in the womb of tomorrow,
On the banks of the river Kunur-
Oh Dukhu Mia came
Freedom of conscience awakens.

There was a dark night,
You were a passenger with us-
By showing light to the unfortunate Bengalis
Pave way the path to humanity.

Being radiant forever
We remain wake up in that fascination-
The scope of the light of knowledge increased
By those narrations of yours.

You came during the storm of Jaistha,
Took farewell in Bhadro-
Twenty-three years of creativity
Brought all the novelty in the planet.

(Note: Our beloved poet Kazi Nazrul Islam
used to be known by the name, Dukh...

Waiting

Leaving the tribe, away from the ally
On the abstract ground
Creating the separation, leaving addiction
In the fence of consciousness.

Hearing irony, taking all the blame
In a three-way pain
Measuring on what scale, in pressed utterance
In the past grief.

Whom to tell, which way to go
Can't find direction
In the lap of darkness, the day fell
Covered in the darkest night.

Tried to liberate, making the statement
But keep on running
Among the appraisal, remain waiting
On the muddy shores of the river.

Ambience

Half curved moon rose in the sky
Countless stars awoke,
Light spreads the game of darkness
Flowed eternal stream of the Ganges.

A gentle breeze blows in the air
The soul began to swing,
Heart is in the courtyard of some unknown arena
That cannot be forgotten.

Compact touch of southern breeze continued
Inserted within the heart,
Fireflies in the shade of bamboo gardens
Just opened their eyes
Half curved moon smiles in a sigh……

Incantation

The sky was full of stars
Gentle flowing breeze,
Fireflies glow in the dark
Excited mind and heart.

Hoping for the moon
In what tone do I need to call,
In the sweet fragrance of Cestrum nocturnum
The window is widely open.

The sun lean to the west
The game of light and darkness goes on,
The game of clouds is going on in the sky
Time passes by chasing them.

The day covers within the night
Calls across the border,
Swinging in the thirsty soul
A newer appeal.

Cleric of memory

Sadness cried back,
Standing in the courtyard of the heart,
Could not understand her indistinct cry,
When consciousness returned, it was too late.

The cart slammed to the side, the last whistle blew.
I was not able to hear that,
So, I remained in the unsurpassed desert,
It seems to be waiting for the eternity.

Have you seen anyone?
The little invincible flower that blossomed!
It was neglected as long as it was in the open.
A beautiful butterfly,
Sometimes sitting on it,
I could not hear what was said between them.

The female swallow, looks in the sky,
By singing says "Some sparkled water!".
No more heartbreak now,
Because I'm stuck
In the priesthood of prolonged memory,
There is a layer of dust in the negligence.

Invocation

I appeal in the blue of pain
In the water of floating eyes,
Whom will speak from the heart
Everything failed.

When the shackles are broken
I didn't understand before,
Playhouse tied to the shore of the wreck
Looks a big helpless.

The flowers of backyard are falling
There is no one to lift,
Memories evoke all
So can't be forgotten.

Birds are flying in the blue of the sky
Go to any border, known, not-known
The shady tree is covered in darkness
Call by a gesture.

The song of equality

Let us avoid inferiority complex
Purify the mind,
Let be engaged in human service
Let's go the way given by the Creator.

Obstacles as far as from the front and back
Or Beyond,
We can sing like a song of equality
With no exception.

Travel with a dedicated mind
In the realm of life,
Inspire the message of unity
In this momentary earth.

Refrain from creating confusion
Heart remains strong,
Keep up the mentality for human service
Let there be an end to discrimination.

Gilbert and the Spiritual Ghost (10/10)

(Continued from 9/10)

While days passed away
after returning from
the dark forest,
Gilbert became a new person
and devoted his time and effort
for the betterment of humanity.

He started new researches
on the philosophy of life,
depthness of life,
the enormousity of the universe
and became a renowned scholar.

He started giving lectures
across country wide
and people respected him much
for his unique wisdom.

Later on
saving his scholarship money
and lecture money
he built a research centre
on remedy of scarlet fever,
leukemia and other fatal diseases
and keep the name of the
research centre by his sister’s name.

Thus, people knew him
for many years,
still remembers him
for the devotion of Gilbert
towards humanity.

(The end- shortened).

Direction

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 draught
Somehow lost the direction
Return always at the same path, with stagnant mind
The darkness do not leave.

Gilbert and the Spiritual Ghost (9/10)

(Continued from 8/10)

After hours (or days) of
the conversations, he could realize
the fact that,
there is no control over
the afterlife and no one
but the creature controls
what should happen to those souls.

He thought,
he breathe deeply,
he took everything very seriously
and then took farewell
from the spiritual ghost.

Suddenly, the returning path
becomes so shortened,
after a few hours he arrived
at the flowing river’s bank
and surprisingly found
the one eyed helmsman is waiting for him.

Continued….

(Pure fiction.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

Respect

The sun laughs and says,
The light that illuminates the world in from me-
Yet why cannot I love the dew particle
A little bit more.

The dew particle cries out,
There is no harm in that-
By spreading the softness of the morning,
I vanish in such fascination.

The sun said later,
For you I may be very small-
But try to shine all day long,
Oh, how happy!
I remain vigilant.

Gilbert and the Spiritual Ghost (8/10)

(Continued from 7/10)

Gilbert, as per his age
he was brilliant-
in spite of reading
fairy tales or children rhymes
he used to read
novels or research publications
on the deep revelation of life,
philosophy of life,
cause of the humanity in this space.

Ms. Andy, the town library librarian
was so kind to him,
used to lend him all those books
with the condition that
he would return them
without any mark or sketch-
thus, he read almost all
the collections on human nature
that were available in the library.

His mother was never
become angry
and was proud of his wisdom.

This wisdom helped him
to make wise dialogues
with the spiritual ghost,
though the spiritual ghost
knew them before hand.

Continued….

(Pure fiction.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincide...

Burning

The woman wearing the veil walks away
Gaze the evening star
Her face is full of smiles
Being elated within the heart.

In the room by lighting the evening lamp
Covered with hem
Look woke up trembling
However, the hand is extended.

What a thin line on the silent face
Nobody understood
The affection for the house is moaning
Such a burning wave.

(This burning is meant to be the
affection for home.)

Gilbert and the Spiritual Ghost (7/10)

(Continued from 6/10)

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 anythi...

Sunshine and shade

The sun and the shade are playing
Seems, it's going to be a good day.

The thick cloud enclave the sky
The earth wants the sun again.

Look like it is raining
But, where is it lost?

Reckon, what is the message from the rainy season
It does not have any work for two months.

Nature is making fun
The environment is being fried.

Rain somewhere, drought somewhere
That's how days on the planet goes.

(Rainy season used to last for two months
in the Bengal. But, nowadays it does not
rain for months.)

I wanted to walk

I wanted to walk a little,
With the scent of the gentle breeze of the morning full of life-
But could not walk, due to the thorns of the path.

I wanted to take a short walk, at the crack of dawn-
The morning prayer ends -
Whenever the dew did not fall from the grass,
The fireflies in the bamboo grove are just trying to sleep.

In the lukewarm water of the side of the paved pond
Even though no one came to wash their feet, which is still covered with fog,
The reed branch in the middle of the pond is throbbing
Shaking with the water, there is still no sign of the butterfly
The red grasshopper did not come and sit.

Sitting on a branch of a tree, the two baby birds sit under the mother's wings
Stretching their bodies
The sun painted by red is still there
They did not fall on their wings.

Little girly wrapped in her mother's lap and asleep,
Aunts of sle...

Gilbert and the Spiritual Ghost (6/10)

(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 d...

Horizon

The sun has risen in the eastern sky
The beginning of a novel day
The world is colored by the light of dawn
Decorated branches are young, yet.

Gestures to walk on the path again
On the blue horizon
Consciousness begins anew today
On the border of life, again.

The south wind blows slowly
Gives life throughout a pacification
Let's come on the path with firm conviction
Sing the song of life, eternal.

Why?

Shadows,
Depending on the reflection of light-
Sometimes small,
Sometimes oblong,
Sometimes get lost in the dark again.

Compassion,
Bridge among hearts-
Yet sometimes gets manipulated,
And most of the time, forgotten.

Corpus,
Is constantly running-
In the face of decay,
Fatigue, exhaustion, depression built on it.

Companion,
She is the incarnation of love-
But why gets lost,
In which subconscious?
Covered with an untouched wrap.

Gilbert and the Spiritual Ghost (5/10)

(Continued from 4/10)

The wicked witch
by looking at the future glass
shut down her eyes
with much explanations
and whisper into his ears
silently-
she says, “It is ultimate danger
to cross the river
and the dark forest
to reach the spiritual ghost.
but, I will give you
this lucky charm. You keep it
on your neck
and all the evils will be
frightened of you.”

Choosing a shiny day
he started his journey
towards the dark forest
by taking a very few things
those were necessary he thought arrived.

He arrived at the riverside
to cross,
an one eyed helmsman was there,
as if he was waiting for Gilbert-
the one eyed helmsman said
in a very dull but deep voice,

“I don't take impure souls to cross
the river and since you are a pure soul
I will take you to the ot...

Faith

I have been saying to faith ever since-
What are you suffering from?
In which subconscious fence you have obsessed yourself!
You have been there since time immemorial.
Your path is not visible,
Your journey remained unfinished.

He answered very politely-
I have wasted time and time again,
What an unforgettable current I have flowed in a weary way
Flowing through the eternity-
But the real sailor's hand did not fall on my shoulder
So that I could reach that goal easily.

The past

Flashing back, flashing back-
Whom to whisper in the eternal dark night!
The past!

It is a spy, there is no judgement,
In the subconsciousness, in secret,
However, paddling the life.
Kept everything arranged within the dispersed mind,
How many days of savings are there-
Remain awakened in affection and devotion,
The fusion of any consciousness.
Motionless past !!

You are very secretive,
Work in strict secret.
Laziness, sad days-
The current flows endlessly,
Disappointed on the way to the storm,
Tolerate everything.
Recluse past!!!
Flashing back, flashing back.

Gilbert and the Spiritual Ghost (4/10)

(Continued from 3/10)

Gilbert used to sit
alone and grieve-
none could understand
or feel his grievances,
nor his friends,
nor his father
(his stepfather),
nor any neighbors,
perhaps, his mother
could realize a bit,
but, she could do nothing.

One day he asked
his mother,
“where people go after death?”
his mother could not
able to give a simple answer,
rather, she said,
“all souls go to a special place
where they like the most.”

From the childhood
he heard a fable of a spiritual ghost
who lived inside the dark forest
and could defy the death
by bringing back those lost souls.

No one knows where he lives
except inside the remote forest,
but, a wicked witch who lives
at the very end of the village
has some idea,
she sells to the one
who ...

Arrival

Listen to the message of arrival
Full of light all around,
With the suffix of developed consciousness
Extending to forward in correct way.

Let go of the decay
Let's get rid of the earthly dirt,
The new sun has risen in the sky
Be full of liveliness.

Everlasting color without ties
Let life begin,
Awakening of the desire to wake up
Let's play the drum of life.

In the awake of the new day
No more stopping,
Ignore the frown of darkness
Win will be snatched.

Gilbert and the Spiritual Ghost (3/10)

(Continued from 2/10)

While the days are passing
Gilbert was becoming
more sad and sad
because his only sister
(younger than four years)
was gradually dying
because of scarlet fever.

All the doctors of the
township came,
all the medicine men came,
they even went to
the next big town
for her treatment,
but, nothing was working
and day by day
her health was deteriorating.

One day came,
she did not wake up,
and Gilbert was the first person
to observe this-
he yield, “Mother,
sister is not waking up!”

Entire community came,
they used to love her very much
because of her politeness and beauty-
they came all together
they mourn all together
they sympathized all together
and left,
while Gilbert was
standing alone, with her
motionless body.

The watchman

The guard silently standing at the front door
As if someone there incorporeal.

Who makes the arrival and the departure
He keeps an eye on everything and everyone.

Dedicated to the protection of the master
Fully attentive with everything of the heart.

Respect and devotion remain in the privacy of the mind
Not addicted to anything else.

Meanwhile, his own housewife is alone at home
She suffers from loneliness.

This is how his routine life goes on
Engaged in the care of others till the end of his life.

(This writing is dedicated to those lone hearts
who devote their lives for their masters by keeping watch at the front gate.)

Gilbert and the Spiritual Ghost (2/10)

(Continued from 1/10)

But, the most important
thing in this fable
is that he also
could see many other ghosts
gathering and standing
behind those mourning people.

He also could recognize
many of those ghosts
as they were familiar to him.

Though he could see
those ghosts,
but could not hear
what they used to
whisper among themselves.

He never told this story
to his mother
(his father died when
he was a little child,
so he does not have any
memory of his father),
his younger sister
(whom he used to love the most),
his classmates,
or, any neighbors.

Continued….

(Pure fiction.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

Little birdy

Hanging on the leaves of the Barringtonia acutangula,
There are a few dewdrops-
To the little birdy that is, the huge Indus.

Drizzling on the lips, those drops of water-
Carrying in the beak, exhaled in joy,
No more worry.

His joys strengthened further, and he said,
My mother is standing next to me, so why should I think-
After tasting with full of heart, will look into the other branches.

(A little bird is enjoying the morning dew drops in the monsoon.)

Time (2)

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.

Gilbert and the Spiritual Ghost (1/10)

Gilbert used to go
to his school, everyday
through a brick paved road,
just penetrating the old cemetery.

While he passed
he usually saw
peoples’ funerals
heard from the distant,
the preacher’s mourning speech,
“..... For dust you are,
 and to dust, you shall return.”

Sometimes,
he used to ride
on a bicycle,
or sometimes
he used to just walk
and cross the cemetery road.

Most of the time
he could recognize
those mourning people
as they were his neighbors
and he knows all of them.

Continued...

(Pure fiction.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

Conscience

Here raises the curtain
Sitting there the Emperor, Queen and Princess,
Friends-foes, slave, slave-maid
All engaged in self-acting,
busy-all;

Successful with the perfect performance.
Someone gives a loud dialogue-
Someone sings in a melodious tune-
Someone dances or serves in an irritating manner,
Bravo! Bravo!!

Applause erupted around the stage-
Thrilling atmosphere arouses around,
In the loudness of the drum,
sometimes the dialogues do not reach the eardrums
Yet the play continues,
Time passes happily, merrily;

Suddenly noticed!
There! There is the conscience!
In the remote corner of the crowded stage;

Somehow leaning on one foot, dejected-
The role he played was-
Not being performed perfectly
And without everyone's knowledge,
He always left behind the public eye!

(Life is like a stage and we are a...

Shine..

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…

The carousel

Riding on the merry-go-round
See how it hangs over and over.

Life is just like that
As one can see from there.

Sometimes it goes up
Sometimes it goes down,
Full of thoughtless thoughts
Cannot leave them behind.

Someone smiles with happiness
Someone is crying and feeling sad,
Someone just crawls along
With the chest full of pain.

That's how it goes in this earth
In the game of breaking and making,
Someone finds, someone loses
At the every day fair.

The mist

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!

(Wrote this poem while watching
the movie, The Last Mercenary
that reflects the character, The Mist!)

Donation

If you donate, keep both of your hands open
Purify your mind and soul, and depend on legal earning.

Donate with the right hand
The left hand should not know,
Don't expect anything in return
With your donation.

The power to give is from the Creator
You could be the selected one, not everyone,
Brings peace in the midst of charity
Pacifies the heart.

That which is possible on one’s part
So let's donate,
He is the owner for your capacity
He will give the honor.

The silent disciple (Part-5/5)

On a moonless night
the silent disciple
and the dedicated monk
with the help of those good fairies
and the jungle goddess
built an enormous trap
inside the dark forest
so that the monster
could not escape in no way.

All heart trembles
wind stopped flowing
there was no moon, of course
shivering frightfulness was surrounding everywhere
(with the help of the wicked witch
the monster approached the trap).

No one can explain, what happened then-
as there was no light
no one could witness
the ultimate roar of the monster.

Sadly, the dedicated monk
sacrificed his life to prevail
the humanity
and hence forth
the silent disciple become victorious.

Sun rises smiling the next morning,
all the darkness vanished from the dark forest
birds were singing across all gardens
flowers bloomed throughout t...

Good morning (2)

What a light glowed on the face
New hope awoke in the chest again.

The blue sky is filled with different colors
The strong wind blew in a new fashion.

The birds of the dawn sang in the branches
The little girl wanted to wake up in the mother’s lap.

What a swing of life arouse around
The heart remained open and enchanted.

Birds of the dawn

Birds of the dawn, birds of the dawn
Why are you shouting so loudly-
Before the dawn
How do I keep awake.

It's not the dawn yet
Birds are asleep in their nest-
The dried leaves float in the air
That's what I am observing.

Birds will wake up at first
In the fire of the eastern arch-
Polens will smile with flowers
Painting them silently.

Terrain getting a glimpse of light
The little birdy will sing-
Holding the tail up
Will sing along.

The silent disciple (Part-4/5)

On his way towards the
black mountain
where the monster took shelter
he met another dedicated monk
whom he accompanied to
reach his destination.

By the way
the silent disciple feels
inside his heart that
the dedicated monk is very near to his heart
(in fact both were brothers in
their early lives and the blood bond
to them together again),
and they decided to fulfill their destiny.

The dedicated monk
in one of his early life
has done many sinful walks
and he has also taken a solemn vow
to destroy any obstruction to humankind.

Hence, both of them
took another new vow
to kill the monster
so that the humanity prevail
in this universe;
so all those good fairies.

Contd…

(Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

Unfolding

At the door of consciousness, whom am I looking for
In the pro-founded window
Lament, just remorse
In a veiled conversation with the heart.

Where does it came from, cannot bear the delay
Though a faint candle burning
Surrounded by illusion, inside my heart
Like a momentary puzzle.

Silence for a moment, sere thoughtless
Perhaps not visible yet
In the throng of thoughts, back to the astounding affairs
Struggle with fidgetiness to keep afloat, in the muddy water.

Depressed farmer

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!

(Many marginal farmers are being affected by this circle.)

The silent disciple (Part-3/5)

On a moonlight night
the silent disciple started
his journey to slay the monster
(all the good fairies helped him,
except a wicked witch).

He was carrying a magic sword
with which he should penetrate
the heart of the monster to kill,
but the wicked witch stole it
from him by turning into a
male thief while
the silent disciple was sleeping.

All those good fairies observed it
but they couldn’t stop
the stealing (though at the later stage
they recovered it
and gave it to the silent disciple).

He crossed mountains,
he travels through dense forests,
his swam through lakes, rivers,
he walked across dry desserts,
he sailed across oceans,
and finally reached
at the place
where the cursed monster
took shelter.

Contd…

(Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coinci...

Extreme poor

Soaked rice vanishes before bringing salt
What about them again!
They cried throughout their entire life
Remain with sad bowing.

Wherever they glimpse
Just looking dry
Nothing close to hand
Miserable earth.

Life is for them
A large deep forest
But somehow walking
With broken mind.

If they step in the middle of the path
Sadness filled the air
There is nothing to collect, nothing remains
The house is always empty.

No morale there, yet they
Still remain active in working
How to get rid of stomach irritation
Sitting to think.

That's how life goes on
With them somehow
There is nothing new
On the way to the existence.

(Remembering those marginal poor.)

The silent disciple (Part-2/5)

On the other side of the world
in a rocky mountain
raised by a devoted monk
a silent disciple
(who took oath to remain
silent during the rest of his life)
took another oath
to kill the monster
and it was the last order
from his guru during his last breath.

The monster happened to
keep his name by killing
both of his parents
on his seventeenth birth year
on a moonless dark night
and took the solemn vow
to destroy the mankind.

Observing this cruel incident
the jungle goddess gave a curse
to the monster that
he would be killed mercilessly
by a silent disciple
and his dissatisfied soul
will remain hanging
on the shoulder of the eternity.

Contd…

(Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

The silent disciple  (Part-1/5)

Once upon a time 
a beautiful virgin 
(she was the princess 
of an unknown land) 
met a nameless thief 
in the dark forest 
of a solitude island.

The virgin was left abandoned 
by her own mother 
(she used to be the queen 
of that unknown land) 
who was envied of her solemn beauty;
 
The thief swam to that island 
after being chased by 
the fleet guards of a floating sheep 
where he was kept stealing 
(their fates allowed them to meet).

On a moonless night 
both the bodies become one 
though their souls remain a part 
and eventually they gave birth 
to a male child 
(who turned out to be a monster)
on the peak of the red moon.

Contd…

(Pure fiction. Any similarity
should be treated...

Mom

Mother, you are the shadow a big tree in my life
Mother, affection extends through the touch of your hand.

Mother, you are the bright star shining in my sky
Mother, I am overwhelmed by the blessings of your soul.

Mom, you're my mother, I'm proud of that
Mother, in the stream of your affection, peace is showered.

Mother, you hold my hand and give me the direction of the path
Mother, in your words, let's vanish the dark night.

Mother, you are my thought-consciousness, brings confidence
Mother, listening to your wisdom, let me breathe a sigh of relief.

(Happy Mother's Day every day!)

Unfed

Who came with a grimy face and stood at the door
Skeletal body
A gloomy look, in a faint voice
No one knows, what she would like to say.

It seems
For how long she has been in starvation
Due to lack of money
She did not get the proper food, to keep her fit.

However, everyone is busy
Who will extend a helping hand-
That's how she spends her days
The same morning comes after a sleepless night.

(Remembering those uprooted children.)

Storm forecast

The message came in the forecast room
a big storm is approaching,
A gust of wind can blow
with a glimpse of torrential rain.

Can happen anywhere with
tremendous thunderstorms,
It can hit the sea shore
with huge tidal shock.

Going out on such a day
will not be safe at all,
There are dangers in every steps
with the chance of the loss of life.

Oh, field farmer, helmsman at the quay
be careful,
Before the danger strikes
prepare yourself.

After the storm subsided
get out again
How are all the neighbors
get their welfare.

Need to face these dangers all together
and you have to win,
All say, “ten sticks is the burden for one”
keeping that in mind, work altogether.

(Each and every year millions of the population living
across the Bay of Bengal
hit by the storm, tidal wave, torrentia...

Day laborer

Spade, basket in hand
They sit on the sidewalk.
Work if someone calls
Then there will be cooking at home that day.

Helper, Earth cutter, Stone crusher, Mason
There is no descent work.

The work that gets in hand, performs all day long
Throughout the morning till evening.

In this way, year after year, their family goes on
Working by their hands, talking about life.

They come from from far away villages
Hoping for a little work in town-
Maybe there was a piece of land
But there is none, due to the flood.

In statistics, they are floating crowds
No one takes any account on them
Does anyone know, what they are talking about?

(Day laborers come from the village to town with
great expectation to lead a better, however, there lives
do not improve much!)

Summer heatstroke

In the heat of summer,
The cuckoo sits on the branch and calls-
"Eyes gone", "Eyes gone"
In this heat, life is terrifying-
Realizing this, the wayfarer decided to leave home.

How the branches of the tree are stunted-
There is no wind,
Lazily, the shepherd gave the body to relax,
In the shade of a tree, holding his flute-
This summer, the scene seems to be chirping.

Couldn't bear the heatstroke, though
The beggar is returning door to door-
The bored bard seeks to find peace in cloudless sky
Lean body, walking on the edge of an unknown village.

Dry day lean on the lap of evening
Forget the weariness in the touch of late night dream.

("Eyes gone" is a metaphor in Bengali
as sung by Cuckoo.)

Gust of wind

Gust of wind returns crying-
on the banks of the Gomati and Mahananda
In this heat of summer-
pedestrian lost his sense,
looking steadfastly towards the open sky.

No air is circulating somewhere else,
which will provide
a little bit of relief,
The octogenarian female  beggar
still turning from door to door-
with convex shoulder, obese body.

Exhale with sigh
oarsman of the boat docks in on the shore-
because, to cross to the other side,
no one is waiting on the quay.

The earth is caught in a pause
Will the drought be last much longer?

(The Gomati River is a tributary of the Ganges,
The Mahananda River is a trans-boundary river
that flows through the Indian states of Bihar,
West Bengal and Bangladesh.)

Bored bard

The bored bard sings on the way
Across the bents of many unknown villages
On the bucolic path full of memories
Where cries and laughs are hidden.

There is no time to stop
The moments passes by the wind
Bard in his melodious tune
Sings about what is hidden in his heart.

The series of the mathematical table-book
Cannot be forgotten anymore
That's how the sweet melody of his
Remains in the middle of the heart.

His life was spent by singing
By the river side of this worldly affairs
That's why always with anxious eyes
Looks back again and again.

(This poem is dedicated to those lone singers,
called Baul (bard) in Bengal and the society have forgotten them.)

Rajakini Randha

Rajakini Randha is roaming alone
With her soft feet in silence-
Flowers are blooming in the garden
Gave chrysanthemum pendants in the ears.

Wearing a necklace of kanakachampa flowers around his neck
Red variety of oleander's bracelet is in her hand-
A bunch of Quisqualis indica is hanging in the hair
A swarm of golden jasmine is tied around the waist.

Inserted cypress vine in her coiffure
The fringe is full of mirabilis jalapa-
Yellow bells flowers are wrapped around her legs
Where does she go with her timid timid feet!

(Rajakini Randha is the name of a girl and there are
some of the beautiful flowers of the Greater Bengal.)

Lake of the heart

Thought-consciousness is aroused in the lake of the heart
Fragile hopes are thrown into the abyss of pain.

The thirsty mind plays with my nightmares
Sitting on the shore of this life even after prolonged swimming.

I light the extinguished lamp with the afflicted face
Memories covered in darkness are the random boundaries.

Yet I sing with hope, the triumph of life
Did not see the way forward, though hear the melodious tune.

New dawn

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.

Early rain

The branches are expanded with the green leaf
As a result of the advance rain
The heated surface has become cold
Because of the early drizzle.

Joined to come at an inopportune time
The hail storm
Lightning raises fears among farmers
The tin made rooftop is shaky in the wind.

The mango branch is shaking
The pods are falling prematurely
In this imbalance of the environment
What's in the fortune!

It is swaying in the swing of hope
For peasants and their wives
Although in advance crop damage
Giving a sign of danger.

Still, let it rain
Fill the nature vividly
Let the planet be greener
Green fill up all around.

(Early rain is always good for the nature,
but sometimes it brings storm too, which
becomes dangerous to the farmers of Greater Bengal.)

Life!

Life!
That is an undeclared war
Contaminated with speed imbalance.

Life!
That is crammed with illusory fantasies
Not with any beginning, not with any end
There is no feeling or affection.

Life!
That is implicit in the shadow of indirect imperfections
Falling into the rage of unwanted thoughtlessness
Inactively exists.

Life!
That is an uninvited guest
Does not obey any prohibition, does not have any genre
Does not follow any time frame.

Benevolence

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.

Black and white

Let the white thing be white
Black things are black
Evil is what we know is evil
Good is good.

How much play on the ground
Observing everyday
Evil-good mixed up
All are flowing.

Difference from good to evil
Should be able to recognize
The conscience must be awakened
Without fail.

If the fortune is good
One can see the face of good
So till one has the time
Look for that.

In quest

Remained pervade by measuring the perimeter, thought and consciousness
Emotion leads to every wave, to the last sorrow.

Marginal hopes raises fog, uncleaned surface of the earth
Walking in a trembling rhythm, eyes are twitched.

Waking up in the middle of the night, under the spell of whose magic
Objects that are matched with great faith, so find them step by step.

Did not understand clearly, when the shackles were untied
A search is going on at the shore of the wreck, to find what is being lost.

The call of dawn

Anything there is worn out, torn apart
As much as there is, unlucky
Delete, in this new dawn
Wash your mind, with sunshine.

Oh human, promise now
As long as you remain in this earth
Will be motivated in human service
Be it spring, winter, monsoon, or drought.

Remain devoted to humanity
By taking this promise
Promote humanity
No one can be despised.

Hey, extend the hand of harmony
Around allover the society
Be reputed in action
Cheers spread in all corners.

Two-legged human

Two-legged human, colored lanterns
The mind cannot be understood
Suddenly rains, filled with darkness
Increases uneasiness.

Today this rhythm, tomorrow another rhythm
There is no end in those
What a trick, what an art
Remains much better in context.

Extends one leg, stops suddenly
Starts walking again
Perhaps tied up, mud in front
Overwhelmed eyebrows.

When the day is over, work is finished
“I don't know you!”
Who the hell are you, on my path
Never saw you before!

Upstream chara

Row, row, oh helmsman
Towards the upstream chara
Your heart is remaining there
To see someone ..

This quay and that quay of the river
Is your destination
Now it is the time to go home
Because the sun is going down.

Crossing the river so many times
You sing the song of life
No matter how rainy it is, how stormy
No matter whether there is the flood.

How much hope in the mind
When you row the boat
However, the days are all gone
And you cannot say about them.

(chara- sand bed by the river side)

Tearful talk

Clouds of thought, increased emotions
Hearing of indifferent cries
On the shores of consciousness, just roaming around
Don't know who is who.

Oh the mind today, what are you dressed up
Whose heart are you tied to?
As neat as it is, as tight as it is
The desire just moves away.

At dusk, at dawn, remain immersed
Seeking for the drip
On the way it was late, just manipulation
Darkness enclave.

Tearful talk, leads to chest pain
Which is not understandable
Imaginary happiness, crying chest
That is what has been decorated.

Summon (4)

Who showed me
The stream of light
I'm overwhelmed, I'm fascinated
I am inundated with joy.

Who reads out
The message to advent
Moved all my decrepitude
As much tiredness as was removed.

When I wake up, I find
The inspiration for survival
My heart is filled
With a new consciousness.

You have ignited at this time
What a light of hope
Forwarding towards the front again
And, it feels enormous.

(Dedicated to the beloved poet Kazi Nazrul Islam.)

At the moment of Fagun

Cuckoo sings on the branch in tunes, are filled with southern bay
Eager to look to the sky, whatever one wants.

Sitting on the bank of a calm lake, the bard in a bored way
After leaving this village, which way will he go?

Woke up in the shining morning, the early sun
Gently opens the eyes, a nocturnal in the forest.

Slowly slowly flows the river, towards the sea
It is going on indefinitely, till it reaches the destination.

Coming and going of magpie, running all over the field
On the dew-drenched grass, the village farmer walks.

Caesalpinia pulcherrima spreads its color, at the moment of Fagun
The sweet fragrance of Amrapali, filled the entire forest.

The little girl woke up, with a smile on her face
I love the face, that is full of affection.

(Fagun is a month of Spring in Greater Bengal)

Village bride

Beuti will go to her father-in-law's house
All boxes and packets are made and tied
The husband is sitting eagerly
Singing some classical rhythms.

Green banana, ripe wood apple
And hand-picked butter
Dried mango, balls made of molasses
We gave along.

Big Lemon, star apple
And curd made in the house
Dried molasses, flattened rice, fried rice
Parched paddy from Binni rice.

Pointed gourd, eggplant, pumpkin
And Rohu Carp caught in the net
There are more left…
Where should we put them!

(Beuti- name of a village bride, it means beauty;
Binni- a special type of paddy in Greater Bengal;
In good old days, when a bride used to go to
her father-in-law’s house, it was a tradition to
give so many things with her.)

Mother and child

The baby swings in the mother's lap
Forget crying
The face is just like the moon
I looked up.

Only mother can understand
The language of a small child
Mother and baby’s love
Stuffed with affection.

Let mother and baby’ love
Be immortal
That compassion of the heart
Let's spread throughout the world.

Acceptance

At the juncture of expansion, wandering all the time
In the incarnation of thought, everything seems to be wonderful.

In a thoughtful opinion, the future is unborn
In the sense of consistency, inhabited highways.

In the observation of the eye, the creation of the pasture
In flowing memories, insight awakens.

In moderate space, re-walk, re-walk
In retirement of availability, forgotten remorse.

House of cards

Servant, Queen, King, Ace,
Who will surpass whom;
The world is a house of cards.

By breaking the bond of love,
The bird in the cage flew away;
Those who were yours own, later become strangers.

Provision (2)

Today's work, will do it tomorrow
That can't be done anymore
Will give the happiness of this fortune to the other one
That cannot be changed.

Who be obligated as much as here
There is as much as one deserves
One will get as be worthy of
There is no alternative to that.

The provisions of the rules are written there
His reckoning is all fair
Now it's time to realize
One has to be patient.

Fagun's rain

Filled fagun, a downpour
The air is clear, clear as a crystal
What a wonderful creation.

Swallow, Cuculidae are soaking wet
Calling out "crystal clear water!"
The sun is covered behind the clouds
The ground becomes cold.

Rain water is pouring in the field
Falling on the tin roof
Awakes life in the rive
Increased water, in the upstream of Matamuhuri.

Decorating nature, what a magical outfit
Sea, hills, forest
Blooming Shimul, Palash, Bakul
The earth is full of softness.

(Fagun is the spring month in the Greater Bengal.)

Life (2)

In the realm of life, it is difficult to understand, what is wrong, or what is right
Seems, there is no justice here, everything is controlled by the might.

The one, who has the power, greed for more superiority
Little cares about the rule, law, or the authority.

Whatever comes at the front, wants to grab, for his own
Nothing comes in between, a child, a youth, or a grown.

Profoundly reluctant to the path, yet need to be a pedestrian
Nobody knows, what will happen next, as an invisible custodian.

The mirror of consciousness

Seeing the sadness, the happiness go in seclusion
In the throes of life, in a cowardly manner, escape towards the back.

Who understands who’s pain, everything is in vain
However, encouraged by the moment, walk towards the facade.

Time-obsessed activities, put in the heart’s confinement
Chest torn in the convergence of consciousness, how to summon someone.

Who knows why the intention is not fulfilled, alas in this world
Whoever remains at very near, just goes away, goes away.

It is like surrendering to the life without any utterance
Deep in the heart surrounded by illusion, upholding the mirror of consciousness.

Lonely shepherd

The lonely shepherd, sitting on the mountain top, plays his flute
He sees around the meadows, across the hills, and remains glut.

Nobody understands, what is the meaning of his melancholic song
Nobody realizes, in his tiny life, what went wrong.

When he looks through the blue sky, he bestows his life
Everything passes in a whisper, like a rife.

With nimble sadness and sigh, he looks around
There is no sign of life nearby, only silences surround.

(I became emotional and cried a lot during writing this poem,
when I put myself in the position of the lonely shepherd.)

Southern wind

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.

The Taj Mahal

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.

Para encontrar o caminho (Portuguese)

Achando esse tempo, aquele tempo, para sempre
Corpo e mente estão cansados
Parece que é inútil descobrir
E o tempo é reduzido.

Pensamentos sem pensamentos
Quando é monção, quando está seca
Em tal crise
O caminho está cheio de valas.

Dessa forma, não mais
tem algum fim
Então, para encontrar o caminho
O que restou.

The society

"The pen is mightier than the sword", said Edward Bulwer-Lytton
He could not realize, what will happen to that meaning, while life goes on.

In the current society, nobody respects each other
They do not understand, what is the sense of living together.

Only the powerful are becoming the controller of the society
They think, they have become the deity.

There is a vast difference between the rich and the poor
When someone asks for help, they just shut the door.

What will happen to this, no one knows, where is the end
It is difficult to predict, where will reach this trend.

Memory lane

Down the memory lane,
Lots of attempts are there, but most of them are in vain.

Here goes, lots of cries,
However, there were many efforts, and many tries.

Life! It is like green pickles,
Hope, someday, someone will be able to unbind those shackles.

Days of Future Past

Behold!
Centuries ahead, who does could predict!
Centuries past, who does remembers!

If one sees just beforehand, one could see the future,
or, the past, but not the present,
because, it is within the existence.

Fagun's moment

Swing that takes in the breeze
The south window is open.

They twinkle stars are still in the sky
So the mind is unbound today.

The attention was filled with random thoughts
Unfamiliar world with absent minded gestures.

With the south wind blowing the boat’s sail
Fagun has now reddened the occasion.

The game of light and darkness are going on
This is how the whole day passes by.

(Fagun is a month of spring in the Greater Bengal)

The light of knowledge

We came alone, we will go alone
Keep that in mind
It will not come to work
Whatever we have so many friends and relatives.

On the way to come, on the way to go
All the work that we have done
Everything has to be accounted for
Understand that today.

This word in the mind
It's better to keep
On the way of path of coming and going
Let us ignite the light of knowledge.

Cinderella

The king's son looked around
Going from village to village
With one shoe in his hand.

This shoe would be a perfect fit on the foot
Of the one
The king's son will make the life partner
With her.

How long has it been like this?
The soldiers all turned around in groups
Find the shoe owner
No more
The king's son's mind becomes a burden.

Yet he does not give up
One day he will find her this way.

Suddenly one day he went to a village home
The girl was found by the king's son
Her name is Cinderella
She is beautiful to look at, her beauty repeats by all mouths
She showed the other shoe from the pair.

Everyone in the state said Hurrah, this girl is genuine
Parades across the state
They got married.

If it is written in the destiny
No one else can snatch it.

Query?

Marked in diameter and radius, the identity of the circle
Short-lived bubbles merge, the decay of receipt.

The enigma covered by the riddle is the path of life
Movement with wide open heart, but the desire fails.

Fallen hope in the long run, I think it is the oasis
Chest filled with a momentary happiness and hesitation, what a salvation.

Going to reach the desired goal, I see an asphodel
In the midst of shattered success, seems some hidden curse.

Voyageur du désert (French)

Sur un coin de la vie de l'ignorance
Itinérance pendant un court instant
La douleur d'obtenir ou de ne pas obtenir
Il est rempli d'esprit dépressif.

Avec quel espoir a construit la maison
Personne là près ou loin
Pour ce que l'esprit attend
Personne n'est là pour lui-même.

Tous sont inconnus dans l'étendue de l'immensité
Voyageur du désert
Le sentiment de ne pas aller nulle part.

Stories

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, do not end in a grave
stories, make us strong and brave.

For free

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.

Life

When did I hear the trumpet of life, from gaining knowledge and wisdom
However, death horns can be heard, anytime
And we have to depart, leaving everything in this world.

Life is a moving train, doesn't know how to stop
On the way there is never a moment's delay, and obey only its own law.

Its movement is only towards the front, doesn't know how to look back
It never kept the track of who came and who went.

In this way, on the way of life, we have to cross barely
It moves on at its own pace, no hurry.

Good morning

Divine thoughts tremble, in the window of my heart
Blossoms spreads fragrance, in the gentle breeze of dawn.

In preparation for the goal, the wind blows on the sail
Standing firm on boat's neck, just moving forward.

Every moment of thought, lets call that back
Memories are almost lost, let them stay behind.

I heard the arrival of that good day, with a new consciousness in my heart
Stepping forward on the way back again, erasing all the pain.

Junção da vida (Portuguese)

Chegando à junção da vida
Calculando a disponibilidade, indisponibilidade
A mente está transtornada
O que queria e o que conseguiu?

Bem no fundo daquela dor
A frustração está o tempo todo.

As esperanças são devastadas sob a roda da fortuna
Então a vida chora por aí
Recebimento de busca e não busca
Cercou o pátio da vida.

In reality

Do not listen to the sweet words of the wicked
Don't count when he says something.

The trick is that he wants to make you lose all the time
There are so many people like them in this society.

However, they are out of reach all the time
When all such intellects are join together, then there is nothing to be done.

To be among these people is a great danger
You never know, when they will bring a new menace.

Yet do not know why, they are the first-line people
No matter how hard you try, they go unnoticed.

Im blauen Schmerz (German)

Durchstreifen im blauen Schmerz
Schwimmen im Blau des Ozeans
Vorübergehend rhetorisch denken
Ich vergesse gerne ganz gut.

Gegen den Willen sprechen
Auf dem unbekannten Weg gehen
Laufen gegen Müdigkeit
Auf die falsche Weise schweben.

Scheint, alle Hoffnungen sind
auf der anderen Seite des Flusses.

Hawker

Standing on the sidewalk
Extend the arms.
Dust and mud on the entire body
Seeing pedestrians.

Shows various commodities
Gestures to buy.
That's why they are inexpensive
People always like to bought some.

He called, yelled and sale
Morning-noon-evening.
Sometimes chased by the law enforcers
But where would he go?

Has a family that works hard
However, the entire liability is on him.
This is how his day goes on
But, not at anyone's mercy.

Pedestrian

Pedestrians are running with shortness of breath
No time to waste
Everyone is running for their task
That's why there is less time to talk.

Someone is walking fast
Someone walks slowly
Everyone is busy in the middle of work
Everyone is eating by working.

Someone from behind again
Gives a push on the back
Hey, walk faster
There is no excuse.

Thus the rushling and hustling
That's all going on throughout the path
Must reach the place of perform
There is no time to cease.

Recommence

Meditation rises above ideas and wanders again
Such behavior as a result of speaking the truth.

Slipped on the way and stopped for a moment
However, looked back and saw that there were no footprints.

Sleep-deprived thoughts are suppressed at night
But awaken every morning with the dream of new hope.

Don't understand how this has happened
Don't understand when have to see such a day.

There is no witness to whom I will give the justice
Above is the last hope of the Creator.

Modern

Bring the spud, come with the axe
Cut down all the trees.

What is the need of the garden
There will be an apartment, however.

Fill all the ponds
There will be house complexes.

What one get any benefit from the lowlands
Lack of space to build new houses.

Who keeps space for a new road
He lives in a fool's paradise.

There is no time to sense and thought
Everyone is running with their eyes up.

Must have to be modern
Look around.

Licht (German)

Dunkelheit im Schatten des Lichts
Und in dieser Dunkelheit gehen
Der vordere Weg ist wie eine Fata Morgana
Auf dem gleichen Weg ist Erfolg angesagt.

Eine Seite, die andere Seite, beide Seiten sind überschwemmt
Wie der Fluss an regnerischen Tagen
Messung der Bewegung von Hoffnung und Vertrauen
Die Vorteile sind als solche.

Muss noch schauen
Wer geht übrigens
Muss noch zuhören
Wer spricht.

Persistently

"Dullard pretends to husk rice even if it goes to heaven"
The weaver has been weaving all his subsistence.
The fisherman has been fishing all his time
The farmer cultivates throughout all his years.

Helmsman spend his whole life on the boat
The artist sings through all his existence.
The beggar begs through all his survival
Destitute dies crying all her days.

Kites fly in the sky all their being
A liar lies all through his entire life.
Memories haunt throughout all our lives
The monsoon brings early floods throughout the year.

Summon (3)

Anything there is unhealthy
Anything there is evil
Let us make them disappear from the heart
Let it not be even dim.

Get rid of all lies
Let the truth to take the lead
Enlightened mind, enlightened moment
Let the dire thoughts be disrupted.

On the path of light beyond darkness
Gathered all
Injustice and inequality
Shouldn't cry silently.

Become affected by unfairness
Let us not do any job
To build an orderly society
We have to take an oath today.

Tempo (Portuguese)

Quando o tempo passou
Antes que qualquer coisa possa ser encontrada
Quando o alvo é perdido
Antes de encontrar o caminho certo, ao mesmo tempo.

Presente e inexistente
Junções estão a caminho
As idéias ficam cinza
Não entendido de forma alguma.

Em um dos momentos
Saia do caminho novamente
O que acontece quando ninguém sabe
Atravessando esse caminho em vão.

Luz (Portuguese)

Escuridão sob a sombra da luz
E andando naquele escuro
O caminho da frente é como uma miragem
No entanto, no mesmo caminho, o sucesso é dito.

Um lado, o outro lado, ambos os lados são inundados
Como o rio em dias de chuva
Medindo o movimento de esperança e confiança
Os benefícios são como tais.

Ainda tem que olhar
Quem segue pelo caminho
Ainda tem que ouvir
Quem fala.

Dead of night

At the dead of night
There are Bangma, Bangmi lying at home
Darkness surge around
Land not seen below.

Occasionally in the bamboo forest
The light of the firefly blazed
This is the night of the new moon
It is real darkish.

Wise owl in his house
Moved up
In that one corner of the forest
Cactus flowers are blooming.

This game of darkness
When will that end
In the morning sky
The sun of the day will rise, however.

(Bangma, Bangmi are epic birds from ancient stories.)

Needless

Needless to say
Just passing a day
or two, without any count
do not know how to make the bount.

Thereafter, looking forward to
move along the path, without ado
Thus cultivating needless thoughts
wherever fee-foo-fun, or foughts.

Ah! Who can say who is right
as always, the might gives the fight
But, you know how to ignore
and make one to forget furthermore.

Testimony

"Shining doesn't make something gold"
The cuckoo never lay their eggs at the crow's house.

Coal dirt cannot be washed away using water
Knowledge never been forgotten.

It never feels good to forget something special
In the shadowy existence there is no hope of life.

However, the entire life is spent at the seashore
The account book of life never matches.

The jeweler only knows what is the pure gold
There are only a few conscientious people in the society.

There are many twists and turns in the way of life
Even, someone is calling again to move forward.

Rio (Portuguese)

O rio corre através do mar
Ora reto, ora dobrado
Não sabe por onde parar.

Na estação chuvosa fica inundada
Este lado, esse lado, ambos os lados ficam inundados
Leva tudo o que encontra na frente.

Aldeia de carros alegóricos, aldeias
Vai para baixo
Quanto do caminho e da área.

No verão, torna-se fino
Algumas rotas se tornam inacessíveis
O rio é único na era de quebrar e fazer
Então, nas páginas da vida
Observações pendentes.

Merchant

The merchant lives in the walled enclosed house
How organized it is to stay indoors.

How many of his servants, how many guards
Everyone is at hand, everything is urgent.

Breakfast in the morning, lunch in the afternoon
They all know what he’ll eat at night.

From here and there, even if it is a hair is moved
He would bring a big sword, look sharp, to punish.

If anything is needed, the gestures are enough
It appeared with lightning speed, there is no apology.

In this way he lived a life of supreme felicity
The rest is very tiny as he is engrossed in his own meditation.

Relevance

Beard yourself in the ordinary queue
Match yourself with their laughter and tears.

Devote yourself irrespective of religion and caste
Their problem is not to think of their own.

Try the best to solve their problems
Feel their pain in your heart.

Let the day come when the common people are happy
Let's dream on this day, let hope awaken in everyone's heart.

Eternity

Fell into the abyss of the eternity
Every step of life
How much I try to be rescued
Deeper it is throwing.

By opening the door to innovation
Surrender yourself to the dream
Desperate efforts to be saved
However, it is determined by a tiny flash.

Self-satisfaction, self-purification
In search of the true definition of the soul
Taking achievement with fortitude
Eternal thirsty spirit.

Turn of changed day

The turn of the changed day came
The times are not stopping.
Thoughts are random
Only the dust of the path are spreading.

A lamp, though seen in the front
Whispers something in the ear.
Delivers the mantra to move forward
Hope awakens in the soul.

Those who are in front and behind
Chasing on the way to leap forward.
A feeling of desire-accomplishment
Makes noises in the middle of the mind.

This is how life passes
On the Oarsman’s river’s quay.

Jonction de la vie (French)

Venir au carrefour de la vie
Calculer la disponibilité, la non disponibilité
L'esprit est en colère
Que vouliez-vous et qu'avez-vous obtenu?

Dans cette douleur
La frustration est tout le temps.

Les espoirs sont dévastés sous la roue de la fortune
Alors la vie pleure
Réception de recherche et de non-recherche
Entouré la cour de la vie.

Nascimento e morte (Portuguese)

Intervalo entre nascimento e morte,
É a vida
Onde é o fim da vida
É a morte.

A vida é temporária,
A morte é eterna.

Ninguém tem controle sobre a vida
Não há absolutamente nenhum controle sobre a morte também.

No entanto, todo mundo está procurando o significado da vida
Tendo em mente o que acontecerá após a morte.

Interlude

Say that the flute will sound
I was sitting and opening the fence
Noone didn't play the flute anymore.

I was waiting for listening to that tune
Thought in my heart
Anyone did not sing in tune anymore.

That says I will draw a picture
Caught paint and brush
But couldn't draw anymore.

That's the way it goes
I went out to the door
But couldn't cross the bridge.

I thought that I will paint the face
Since when did I dress up?
And couldn't no longer painted in spring color.

Recibo ou falha (Portuguese)

Cumprimento de recebimento
E a dor de perder
Qual é o mais perturbador
No reino da vida.

Ambas as marcas são dignas de nota
Contudo,
Receber faz com que alguém tenha sucesso
E,
O fracasso faz com que alguém desapareça.

Thoughts (2)

Hidden thoughts trembles in the courtyard of the heart
The guard of Seven seas seems to be moving at the signal of light.

Unrestrained emotions play in the muddy waters
Rareness is spread in the arms of darkness.

Looking back here and there so back to momentum
Arranged gardens broke there surrounded by loneliness.

When the treasure of desire is lost, it floats in tears
Glancing to the sky so hoping to get back.

Rivière (French)

La rivière coule à travers la mer
Parfois droit, parfois courbé
Ne sait pas où s'arrêter.

En saison des pluies devient inondé
Ce côté, autre côté, les deux côtés sont inondés
Prend tout ce qu'il trouve devant.

Village des inondations
Diminue
Combien de chemin et de région.

En été il devient maigre
Certains itinéraires deviennent inaccessibles
La rivière est unique à l’ère des ruptures
Donc sur les pages de la vie
Remarques en suspens.

Toddle