now,i can feel why is the moon so tired. she travels a lot to gift her shine, which she squzzes from her own soul, gradually she becomes lean and pale, but the world remains unaware, in fact reality is too selfish to feel anything. she performs her duty day and night, from one sphere to another. she has no day or night to enjoy, nobody asks her whether she dreams or not, but i feel ,she dreams not for her own, even through her dream she performs the duty of a mother. she creates some dreams of reality in the subconscious mind,kept in the soft,warm womb of the earth. she drenches the infertile vagina by her soft moonly touches, she finally enters into that deep unknown black hole, which created the universe successfully. like a generous mother she reigns over me, making me aware what motherhood is.

yes,i will cry, cry for the solar eclipse that i missed today, will cry for the boy who was physically punished by you because she was looking through the window from his desk,i will cry for the teacher who earned a lot without his pension, i will cry for our parents,who dreamt they will be able to see the brightest sun after all danger and torture, i will cry for my collegue who has to surrender his ethics for the sake of necessity, i will cry for you for your silent departure, and i will cry for that idiot girl who was named as muse by a poet.

ghore elo aak poshla brishti, bhijiye dite amar moner angan. tomar kache rod ki para beray? sei karanei kalam dhora baran? brishti chachhe tomar kache jete, srishti parash pabe naki sethay, pathai take?tumi ekhon ready? gathte mala shabda ebong gathay? amay borong pathao ektu rode, bhabcho keno emon aghatan, amar janya khunti-korra-beri, amar janya akul ashfalan.

the silence

muse,tumi kadbe na,
kanna amay pichal kore,,
muse tumi knapbe na,
se kampone amar patan.
spardha eto prashna koro?
prashno kora reality.
chachho ki thik,dhukte kothay,
kothay chabi khunjcho naki?
boka muse,baire bosho,
andarete noito unki.
tomar kaaj to srishtir noi,
srashtake je modhu jogay
utswarga annya name,
se thake na chapa patay
. tai bole mon kharap kora,
jealousy sob atpouure-- narisulabh--
-muse tumi nari to nou, purush to noi,
bastu holeo hote paro,
kintu tumi bhalo thako,

Jatne rakho kabya karo.

ami jakhan choto chilam,khelte jetaam megher dale,ekdin aak meghbalika,prashna korlo koutuhole,ei cheleta naam ki re tor?ami bollum fushmontar,meghbalika regei agun,mithye kotha naam ki aman hoi kokhana,ami bollam nishchoi hoi,age amar galpa shono,se bolle sunbo na ja ,sei to rani,sei toraja,sei to aaki raajar kumar pokhhiraaje,osab baje.ami bollam, tomar jannya notun kore likhbo tobe,se bollo,saati bolcho?besh tahole masta kore likhte hobe,likhei kintu amay debe--- ei porjanta porei theme jete holo,karon satti jhamjhamiye brishti elo.khola janlar madhheye diye,barandar railing er madhheye diye,moner bhitar brishtir jhimjhimani ter pelo kunal.abak kanda,takhani current tao chole elo.thamke thaka monitor tar dike ajantei chokh chole gelo.nijeke samlabar cheshta korlo.uthlo,jal khelo,kintu booker modhheye tolpaar .thik holo na kaajta.ei samai tai o roj chat kore brishtir sathe.kintu aaj nijeri kothao ekta mone holo ,eta thik hochhe na.brishti ke deoar moto taar kichu nei,karan se bibahita,se baba,ekta happy family take kendra kore abartita hoi--baba,ma,tin bacharer dodo,ebong taar bhishan adarer ekada premika aaj ardhangini,poushali.a perfect picture of happy family.se nije aak kale bohemian lifestyle lead korleo ,samparker satatai ebong gabhiratay astha rakhe.se mone kore taar sajano ei chotto ektukra gandi badhha jibane antata taar dik theke kono kalo bajragarbha megher sanchar jate na hoi,seta dekha taar ekanta kartabya.tai se hisheb koshe,mepe pa phele,controversy eriye chole.karan se taar experience diye bujheche jiban ta nikhut ekta anka,gonjamil deoar kono sujag nei,samman ,pratishtha eisab boro boro meki values gulo ashole khub dami.kintu tao----- -,