Amar Bhalobasa

Ami obak hoye bhabi..
bhalobasa ki sundar..
ki modhur..
he bidhata niskam premer eto madhurjo..
ki kore korle sristi?
ki kore dile emon abeg ei moner bhitore?
ki kore sekhale tar jnyo kandte kono karon chharai?
ki kre emon durbol keo bhalobasa diye boliyan krle?
ami obak hoye bhabi..
he bidhata,ami obak hoye bhabi..

Amar Bhalobasa

Ami obak hoye bhabi..
bhalobasa ki sundar..
ki modhur..
he bidhata niskam premer eto madhurjo..
ki kore korle sristi?
ki kore dile emon abeg ei moner bhitore?
ki kore sekhale tar jnyo kandte kono karon chharai?
ki kre emon durbol keo bhalobasa diye boliyan krle?
ami obak hoye bhabi..
he bidhata,ami obak hoye bhabi..

After Love

ar suprovat amake bolo na..

amar provat ar subho noy..

amay ar bhalo beso na..

ami ar baste parbo na kau kei..

amar mon aj karo kache gochhito,

tumra jano na je..

tomader ogochore ami paliechi..

amay dhorbe ke??

Tumko pane ki tamanna....

kitni bar tumhe pane ki koshish ki hai,
kitni bar tumko pake v tumko khoye hai,
kitne sal lag gaye hume tumhe itni pas pane mein,
ho ye duri kuch hazar milo ki..
phir tum pass to ho ek hi duniya mein..

Spread Eagled on the hill top, I stand..
Waiting to embrace u my friend..
It felt like a Millenium..
But i Stood there.
Do u see me?
Do u see the Eagle flying up high?
Do u see the bird Wanting to break loose?
Did u see the pain in the eyes?
It said..i misses u..

Hope and Hipocricy

"You are a new born star

Encased in a blue brilliance.

A new hope.

A new life.

You smile as you burn yourself,

You smile as you understand you were born to die.

Still you live and still u love;

And here I stand with a wish,

Waiting for you to fall,

Praising your silent beauty all that time.."

Something from a junior

Well few days back a junior from my school posted a poem. His name is Riju Roy(http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000452777742). Well here is the poem:

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep,
I am not there,
I do not sleep..

I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the sweet uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night..

Do not stand at my grave and forever cry,
I am not there..

I did not die..

 Well, I could not but give this as an ending to poem...

Ami nei tomar fele jawa pothe..

Tai pichon fire cheo na..

Ami nei tomar fele dewa sukno golape..

Tai seti ke ar khujo na..

Ami nei kono bhule jawa shopne..

Tai ghum chokhe bichanay khujo na..

Achi kebol tomar mone..

Achi tomar nayaner monite..

Achi tomar sundor hater alto choate..

Ami achi tomar chari pashe..