ODE TO MY DEAR LITTLE BIRD- through my pen

O! My dear little bird,
welcome to my little nest,
always waiting to make our nest.

O! My dear little bird,
fly high, reach the shores of unknown land;
but always to come back,
to my little nest,
always waiting to make it our nest.

O! My dear little bird,
explore the world with utmost adventure and dedication;
but always to come back ,
to my nest with full of affection;
always waiting to make it our nest.

O! My dear little bird,
have the utmost freedom to touch the lips of any unknown land;
but here one trembling lips,
waiting for you to make 'our' nest.

O! My little bird,
waiting to make 'our' little nest.



WELCOME BACK

FEW LINES THROUGH MY PEN

Oh! My material world

Oh! My material world,
without you my world is like candles without flame;
Oh! My material world,
you hold so much on your shoulders;
Oh! My material world, you are the driving force to so many.

Oh! My material world,
suddenly day has become night and nighthas turned into day for some;
Oh! My material world,
where are those beautiful moon-lite nights?
Oh! My material world,
but I can find big electric lights.

Oh! My material world,
suddenly emotions are like camphor;
Oh! My material world,
where are the brotherly pleasures?
Oh! My material world,
but here I can only find brotherly pleasures.

Oh! My material world,
where are those ideologues?
Oh! My material world,
where are Hobbes, Locke and Rousseau?
Oh! My material world,
but i do find ideologies changing like chameleon's skin.

Oh! My material world,
suddenly palm, coconut and banyan have rared;
Oh! My maerial world,
where are the shadows of Palm, Coconut and Banyan those who are posing as dare?
Oh! My material world,
but the high rises and skyscrappers are becoming rare.

Oh! My material world,
you are part of meas the crows and water;
Oh! My material world,
you belong to numerous rats,
But Oh! My material world,
I have enjoyed being in my own traps;

Oh! My material world;
Oh! My Material world.




ANY COMMENTS?

WORDS OF MY FIREND THROUGH MY POET- RABINDRANATH

Come friend, flinch not, step down upon the hard earth,
Do not gather dreams in the dusk.
Storms are brewing in the sky, lightning flashes are striking
at our sleep.
Come down to the common life.
The web of illusion is torn, take shelter
within walls of rough stones.



Is this true?

ALOR MELA

Alor moddhe nijeke aaj hariye phellam. Eto alo je aaj chokh dhandiye galo. Eto alor borshon je aar kichchu dekha jachche na. Eto awaaj je nijeke shunte parchina. Aaj nije ke bhule jaoar din, aaj nijeke hariye phelar din.

Aaj nijeke ek notun kore gore tolar din, aaj nijeke abar shei store niye jaoar din jekhan theke shob chahida aar chahida thake na.

Aaj moner andhokar muchche phelar pala, aaj nijer moner gobheer kotha bole phelar pala, aaj abar bondhu ke bojhar pala, aaj abar bondhur haat dhorar pala.

Aaj abar nijeke notun kore pelam ek notun aloye.

Aaj deepaboli, aaj amar moner ondhokar ke bidaaye janalam amar nijer moner deep jaliye



Esho he bondhu aaj ei alor melaye amra hariye jaayee. ASHBE???

THROUGH MY POET'S FINGURES- RABINDRANATH

Desire for a Human Soul.

All fruitless is the cry,
all vain this burning fire of desire.

The sun goes down to his rest.
There is gloom in the forest and glamour in the sky.

With downcast look and lingwring steps.
The vasper comes in the wake of departing day
and the breath of the evening is deep.

I clasp both thine hands in mine,
and keep thine eyes prisoner with my hungry eyes;
seeking and crying "where art thou"
where,o,where!

Where is the immortal flame hidden in the days of thee !
as in the solitary star of the dark evening sky.
The light of heaven, with its immense mystry is quivering.




This was his desire for human soul, which is now mine

REALITY

Are you versed with the word reality. I had a good taste of it. Many people may disagree with my view point, especially my friend. Who has an absolutely different take on reality.

I thought reality to be what is real within you, if you are not real, whether from outside or from inside you are actually fake from each and every point. Is reality only concerns with what other wants? Is reality only demands to be that, which you are not. Why reality demands that every person should rise above its level? I dont want to rise, does that mean I am not in a realist world. If I want to think of others, why its not real? If I dont want to be a part of profit and loss scenario. If I get a bit more emotional, then why I am not in touch with reality.

If these are not reality, then what is REALISM?

MATURITY

Today I am a matured person. Today I got up by hearing the word 'Maturity'. Last night I got a lesson on maturity . I need to become matured. Maturity, which will allow me to take more practical decisions. Maturity, which will allow me to act like a 'real practical man'. Maturity which will not let me cry anymore. Maturity which will make me think only about myself. Maturity will discard any form of commitments. Tdoday I am a matured person.

Today I am a matured person, who is trying to give up all his emotions. A person who is not well versed with 'REALITY', but getting the taste of it. A person who will now divulge in all work and hardly any play. Today the real me will go for hibernation.

TODAY I AM A MATURED PERSON

ROBIR HAAT DHORE

Chitto pipashito re
geetshudhar tore.

Tapito shushkolota borshon jache jotha
kator ontor mor loonthito dhoolir pore
geetshudhar tore.

Aji boshontonisha, aji ononto trisha,
aji e jagroto pran trishito chokor-shoman
geetshudhar tore.

Chondro otondro nobhe jagichche shupto bhobe,
ontoro bahir aji kande udash swore
geetshudhar tore.


PHIRE ESHO.....

GREAT COMMUNICATOR

I am not a great writer or neither I am a great thinker. But sometimes I feel ,if I could write well. By the way , I am not a great communicator too, so who am I? or rather a better question would be how I send my message across. The problem lies their, I cant send messages across in time.

There are various reasons why I cant do that, one of the major reason may be I think a bit more or rather I am a real dumb headed person. Whatever may be, I know my friend would be thinking that this argument is going nowhere. But I know, somewhere down the line he is understanding what I am trying to say.

I will try to bring back February 2006, Iknow its getting a bit personal, so what this blog is meant for that, the communication is important, isnt it? This is more of a personal message rather an article or an argument.

COMMUNICATION IS IMPORTANT

COME BACK.

ONE DAY......

One day, i thought to lead my life in my own terms,
One day, i thought to have a dominating attitude towards my life,
One day, i thought to believe very strongly in my philosophy,
One day, i thought to take every relationship for granted.

It was only a thought........and it took away everything.
COME BACK.