![কবিতার খোঁজে/A Search for Poem [Bengali/English]](https://thoughtsofwordsblog.files.wordpress.com/2017/07/images-531.jpg?w=236&h=258&crop=1 "কবিতার খোঁজে/A Search for Poem [Bengali/English]")
সকাল এসে দাঁড়িয়েছে জানলার পারে কবিতার জন্যে চায়ের সঙ্গে বিস্কুট, উড়ন্ত পরদা ডাকে ভাবনাদের আমার কিছু বলার আছে আবার কিছু নেই। দোলাচলের মাঝে মুখোমুখি বসে আমি আর সকালের নীরবতা। Morning has come by window For a poem Tea, biscuit and flying curtain Beckoning thoughts. (I) have something to say on (I) have nothing to speak … Continue reading
![Pyaas/Thirst [Bilingual]](https://thoughtsofwordsblog.files.wordpress.com/2017/07/images-961.jpg?w=290&h=290&crop=1 "Pyaas/Thirst [Bilingual]")
Wrote after my last poem “A Monsoon Wedding Dance” receives lukewarm response… ——————————-————————- roohk pyaas baris bujha na sake… chaar alfaz bayan na kar sake bezubaan, ankaheen batein jo is tanhayi main chupa hai… ————————————————————– rain can’t quench the thirst of the soul… the words cannot speak out the unsaids, the unspokens hidden in this … Continue reading
The paper boat sailing on the first monsoon rain. The droplets, the wave by cars cannot sink it. The water around it is dark with a stream of red. The rain has started a few hours ago, after a cloudy morning I was writing a poem, rather was trying to, when the storm … Continue reading
battle won; story told, wrote…torn rotten pages taper, folklore borned ————————————————————- https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/taper/ Continue reading
Summer rain detonates thoughts actually memories like escaped atoms —————————————————————- https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/detonate/ Continue reading
want to feel those lips notorious breeze is villain long lock covering your face ~~~~ brush my face with your fingers dip your lips wind now notorious singing love ~~~~ ———————————————————- Sedoka is a pair of Katauta, Japanese love poem addressing to lover, in rhyme of 5-7-7. One part of male or female and another … Continue reading
Train whistle can be heard Baisakh evening ascending slowly sky gray –xx– Wind sounded conch air smell incense another day conclude night not far —xx– Continue reading
