Spring, Road & Us

The wind of spring that touching me May have touched you. We are strangers to each our selves But I dream few moments with you. The serenity of this Sunday morn Deepening the solitary of mine As we thrive on our aspirations Living on different sides of the road.


নতুন প্রেম/New Love

হাওয়ায় মিশছে হলুদ পাতা (গাছেদের) নতুন প্রেমের গল্পর শুরু হবে কিনা সময় জানে শহর এখন ব্যস্ত, নতুন ঋতুর জন্য, হেমন্তের রোদ্দুরে সাজছে সে, তার জন্যে। Yellow leaves has mixed with breeze New love will bloom or not Time knows that. City is busy, for new season, In autumnal sun getting decorated, For that.


Mist shrouded halogen lights City coming to static pacific. Another city underneath whispers-- Life conceived and nurtured here. Another city glossier (than former) Remain awake sipping the luxury-- From the chalice they call life. Mirror never lie except at this-- High storied reflects dark. Another mock another Lives imitates lives. Sangbad Gratitude