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Jonmodin

kavyik — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 13:07:47 +0000

Babeee………
Shei bhalobashar daak
Koto jug ager ek porichito shur

Money porey
Porom snehomoy bishaal ek kol
Tar bhetor boshey chotto ami
Chotto chotto hatey golata jorano
Nidrakator duti chokh
Kaney ashey mahalayar mishti ekta shur
BAJLO TOMAR ALOR BENU

Shei amar jonmodin
Shei amar jiban
Shei amar chirakaler oti priyo jon.

Ekhon halka shwar, hariyei jay
Galta shodai bheja asrudharay
Kaner jontro takey ankrey dhorey
Walkerta tey chepey bhor korey
Boley othey
ANANDEY THAKISH MA BHALO THAKISH

Etai ekhon amar jonmodin
Etai jibon
Ponchas bochor boysheo
Amar oti priyo jon.

Icchey

kavyik — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 13:04:43 +0000

Chhotto ekta phool nam na jana
Phootechilo baganetey ajana achena
Chotto ekta ghoori tar rongin pakhna
Urechilo akashetey nai sheemana
Chotto ekta ballduronto lalpana
Chutechilo mathey keu korey ni mana
Chotto icchey ta meley diye dana
Bhesechilo jibanakashey maney ni mana.

Phoolta mariye dilo anmona pothik
Ghooritakey dilo ekkebarey ketey
Ball ta hariye gelo bhuley dikbidik
Ar iccheyta…………phuriye gelo
Jiban aleek

Boro eka

kavyik — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 16:15:24 +0000

Ami Ja bhabi, tumi ta bhabo na
Amar chokh diye jagat ke dekho na
Anek din chhiley amar sathey
Ekhon cholecho agey
Boro eka lagey.

Jibon dekhechi ami
Jenechi shey koto kathor
Bhalobasa mishti hashi
Kono din o dey na kodor
Boro klanto lagey

Agami diner bani
Shonabo tai kachey tani
Haat ti chariye durey
Aro durey chhutey choley
Ami asrujoley bhashi

LONELINESS

kavyik — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 03:54:33 +0000

LONELINESS

Loneliness is leaving loved ones behind
It is brief
Loneliness is being with oneself
It is peaceful
Loneliness is spending time alone
It is quiet
Loneliness is reading all that you want
It is erudition
Loneliness is going where you want
It is enjoying
Loneliness is doing what you want
It is freedom
Loneliness is something every one wants
Very few acquire
Loneliness is spending hours with only oneself
The one everyone loves the best

JOURNEY’S END

kavyik — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 16:23:51 +0000

The sky was dark
I looked for light,
Drawn to a void
I cried out in fright.

Hands reached out
I grasped them tight
Solace filled me,
I forgot the night.

The hands are gone
I have lost my sight
I call for help
With all my might.

The sky is dark
There is no light
My journey is over
I do not need to fight.

Eitai tou bhalo

kavyik — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 16:22:52 +0000

Shara diner shokol kaajer seshey
Sondhya andhar dheerey nemey ashey
Kajol kalo digheer joler majhey
Stobdhotar ek chhotto dinghee bhashey.

Keu jodi aj phirey eshey boley
Ei andharer porei ashey alo
Shotti ta key jeney jabar poreo
Bhabbey na ki ei jibontai bhalo

Hok na she desh aloy jholmol
Thak na tatey shudhui khushir rashi
Din rattir kichhu ashey na jey
Nei to shethai dukher porey hashi

Those school girl days

kavyik — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 16:33:50 +0000

It was gone, disappeared from life
It was not meant to stay
Time with her cruel hands
Snatched it and threw it away.

Life went on its journey
Past was left far behind
It never came back to me
It was never meant to, perhaps.

Suddenly, one sunny morning
I heard a loving voice
It whispered softly from the past
And said it remembered.

All at once I came upon it
In a warm embrace
The loving heart, the smiling face
Had kept it all so safe.

I had never lost it
As I always thought I did
That beautiful sunny morning
My childhood came back to me.

Chhelebela

kavyik — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 16:32:43 +0000

CHHELEBELA

Bhebechhilum hariye gechey

Protidiner kajer majhey

Antipanti jotoi khuji

Kokkhono tar pai na sara

Diner alloy chardikey chai

Rater tarar majheo khuji

Kothai gelo amar she din

Ananda aar khushi bhora

Smritir chhobi bodoi dhusor

Bodoi molin jay na dekha

Kintu shey din chhilo rongin

Horek ronger chhobir mala

Hothat khushir jholkanite

Dey shey dhora hatchhanitey

Shanto chokher snehochhayay

Dekhi ammar chele bela.

Life

kavyik — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 10:43:50 +0000

Grey sky , cloudy ominous
One tree, shadowy , verdurous
a pond quiet, calm
One Gulmohur tree, bright, colourful
Speaking of my love and the life I led.

about me

kavyik — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 10:39:08 +0000

There was once a climber, clinging fast on to her supporting tree she reached out for the blue sky. Se always looked dreamily at the clouds floating past her reach. The tree changed and she held on to others. One day her eyes rested on a bunch of flowers at her tip. She was mesmerized! Bright and beautiful the bunch crowned her with glowing colours against the backdrop of the blue sky. She felt herself transformed. She realized she no more needed the support of a tree. Unknown to even herself she had become a tree erect, self confident, dependable. Looking further down she espied a tiny sapling leaning towards her. It was trying to get a hold. Another climber, just like herself! Tenderly she vowed ,” I will give you all the support you need and then one day I will make you an even stronger tree. That is a promise.” The tiny climber became the reason for this tree to live on.