If this rain continues to fall for a thousand of years. Will it cure the sorrow that has spread around the stratums spilling out of fossil oils? And one day the classical Bengal that had observed by Jibonando Das will have disappeared along with the variations of Delta. Nowadays the silts also pervade throughout the urban wind for a preposterous change. The river also stumbles down resembling a truck with a hundred of million tons of garbages. Yet the people still dreaming out of their heritage, Vatiyari, Vawaiyya Songs. The wind is filled with the acute stink of unsocial science. And the time bomb of plastic lurking throughout the bathroom to drawing room, from greenroom to health room. The river that flows down throughout out the soft and flexible source of our throat have also been covered with the million of plastic fossils as the earth filled with the Dynasaur once. Thus the way sorrow became as cheaper as the meadow grass, though the original sorrow remains as a hard to find the object. And you won’t get an original feeling if you rigged out for a voyage and you’ll realize that how the pack of plastic Bottles and Polythenes have intrigued a policy to extinct out the beautiful birds of the earth. Therefore, we have to take it for granted that we shall float on the sea, along with our all histories. And keeping in mind, we have to pay up 17% tax to the group of people who remains as the most failure terrorist of all time and those who lusted the world as a young whore without any name and destination.
From the beginning of our growing process, we began to take it for granted the some of the old whining ideas. And as we grew old, we learned simultaneously the recitation of Holy Quran as a tradition and during that learning period the Hujur(who teaches Quran) always scolded the westerners without any reason as Yahudi and Nasara, whenever they got chance.
So we are growing old and trying to hold out our own philosophies, that’s okay.
But today when I was coming across a commercial street, I heard something more, “oh those Jews and Christians are just screwing us and so to my working place, which is a very common phenomenon when some Mullahs always gather out in the translation center for such trivial issues. But I always tries to take a stance against those wrong views. Yet, will there be any cure when most of the blub of the paves related to those xenophobic issues which are originated from Arab. Remember we are in such country where you find a madrasha student from every three pupil.
You could buried the life alive
About to be happened
For this life!
Hence for an unknown reason
I had to born thrice
For a good slice!
Being born thrice
Means encounter adolescence
Thus a notable span of time
Have been blowing away
Only to get the fruition.
What is the age?
I asked the mirror instead of clock
While a heap of manly Mona Lisa’s sorrows
Being gathered at the back stage.
But yet life still blinks as the light of toilet
Nothing couldn’t interfere her
It’ll quench fully automatically
14th March, 2017
Why you get hurt within the harsh reality?
Since you born with the little wings of dove
That’s why migrating process to the another planet
Has been impeded in this eve, however you would
Disperse the words and notes where they tend to go
And Be a dangled bat of falling lift of torn out chain
Wasn’t it good enough since you have left some traces?
In the romance of oystering
In this premature time!
8th July, 2016
Yet a long drought in heart
Bought longing bikes have been abandoned today
Hangout stories in our lost café staring eyes still….
How they vanished so fluently?
I believe you wrote down all of it!
Through your fervent enthusiasm once a tedious night
Turned into a full moonlight, I can still remember that
Never thought about the mystery
That made me so happy!
Today you’ve also faded away into the rain
Perhaps you took a refuge under the grove
Where I once listened your cadence carefully
While the whole city is inundated by the flood water
Please come and joint with me dear!!
5th July, 2016
Here comes the sun through the porous of rain forest
Where everything seems hairy like the many unseen earth
The roots of deciduous all covered with rainbow like bushes
Some could spot out, some not
I could see, being as a tree
Why I cant give up “I”?
Or else I could lost
Into the shades of arbors.
Impetuousness where never stomps
The red armies of ants march all around
Yes, I will, I will
One day, I will free from
Everything, even from lustrous “I”
Perhaps would be born again
As green clumps of earth
At least life will go
In the spirit of selflessness.
5th July, 2016
I know why my life is so beautiful
People want to know my livelihood?
I answer them the truth
They want to know more about me?
I reply them this is only my mind
I live only with the joy of mind!
An intellectual who always think he is the genius only
Always tend to find out my flaws
He asked me reversely,
Why are you so supple?
I answered him, it is the reflection of my mind
Cause I’m made up with the mud of my mind
That’s why I’m so soften!
A cunning beard person always give me the sermons
And say to me, righteousness brings serenity
I replied him, I only believe in the purity of mind
Cause through this mind I see, hear
That’s why I know why my life is so beautiful!
29th June, 2016