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.
The whisper the wind that left behind Will take me where? The tired calmness of end January cold Bringing out the path that's hazy now. Breeze not the loneliness making up environ Of solitary imposed, convicted loneliness. It's now hard to remember her face as I was thinking But, no, the coffer is open and … Continue reading To You, To Neverland
নিয়ে যেতে চাও যতদূর যাব ততদূর। ঠিকানা হারিয়ে আমরা দু'জন হাঁটবো মিলিয়ে খামখেয়ালী ইচ্ছে আমাদের আরেকবার ধূসর রঙের। তুমি কাকে ভালোবাস বা আমি কাকে থাক না উহ্য, হোক না তা নিস্তব্ধতার প্রতীক আজ রাতে। আজ রাতে আমরা ঘুমবো না, কথাও বলবোনা শুধু থাকবে উষ্ণতা অনেক দিনের জমা। সংবাদ ১৬/১২/১৭
Lost In trance of time We Stand at verge of Another Time, buried under Incompleteness Of the story of ours. Sangbad 12/07/2017
Inspired by a poem of Mirza Ghalib So many aspiration and few more many desires To stonghold them, to keep them safe in coffer That I keep safe under the words of my poems. The memoirs of memories of the bygone era Also have their own wish own desire tobe sunbathed. So many aspiration and … Continue reading Aspire and Memories
Young November morning Wind Splash on my face Making it cold. I (Foolishly again) Look for you, Hidden warmth Of Your embrace.
You're looking beautiful tonight... I took a sip of melancholy with thought of death as ice... You're looking beautiful tonight... Another poem to feel you close again words different thoughts same... You're looking beautiful tonight...