True Love

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away...

পথ

পাতাঝরা দিন পায়ের সাথে নেমে আসে পুকুরপাড়ে,

মর্মরে বেজে ওঠে পালক অস্তিত্ব,
যেটুকু রয়ে যায় এযাবৎ কাল -

তাই দিয়ে তোমায় লিখছি নীল অক্ষর।

সন্তর্পনের হাত বিবর্ণ কথা লিখিয়ে নিচ্ছে
- এসব আমাদেরই তো ব্যক্তিগত।

বিকেলরোদ্দুর সেলফোনে ডাক পাঠালে
তুমি দ্যাখো নি -
কিভাবে পায়ের আর্জি জলে ডুবে যায়।

Distinct Identity of Rabinra Sangeet

In the world of Indian classical music Bengal had always a prime place. Again among the Bengali classics, Rabindra Sangeet occupies one of the top positions. Not only in West Bengal in India but also in Bangladesh, this type of music is a part of the state’s and the country’s cultural treasure. Varieties of theme, rich quality and a link to the heart of Bengali people all over the world, Tagore and his works may perhaps be comparable only to Shakespeare and his plays in English literature. Over two thousand songs composed by the great poet and Nobel Prize winner Rabindranath Tagore, owes its origin to five centuries of literary and cultural heritage of Bengali community.

 One should not think that the fans of Rabindra Sangeet are confined to Bengali families only. It is liked and adored all over the world by people belonging to different ethnic and cultural background. The themes of the songs are so wide and broad in range that it covers the mundane to aesthetic and are able to represent the true feelings of every possible sector of the human society. A wealthy business man might be as charmed with a Rabindra Sangeet to his liking as the boatman sailing his boat on river Ganges.

Mile Sur Mera Tumhara

The Conflict

Theism is nothing but a bulge of hypocrisy. Dont be atheist; your God will be your conscience, your wit and wisdom, your rationality and above all the omnipotent God will be the human being, all in all. He, who worships the lives, worships the God.

There is no such space, called heaven. It is also applicable for the hell. 

A man is not inborn sinner. He gets the birth and hence does the full swing of his life and here he does a kind of sin which may be occurred intentionally and unconsciously. This sin, however, is not the Original Sin, depicted in the Old Testament of The Holy Bible.   

The spaces between your fingers were created so that another's could fill them in

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
 
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.

In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away.

The tears of an Angel

It was very recent past of my life. And it is a story about an angel who landed from the azure sky to gather some experience about us; the common people. After landing her space-shuttle amidst our land, she was in search of a guide. She chose me amongst all. I was charmed with her divine beauty looking at her for the first time. No sooner had I look at her I started adoring. She was so tender, so virgin, so honest like the first streak of the sun. And hence, I intended to adorn her with my aesthetic sense. I proposed her, "I want to add beauty to your soul". Let me confess it, I wanted to forget my identity that I'm a guide and my only duty was what. I desired to make her terrestrial. I, beyond my knowledge, extinguished her divinity by dint of my treacheries. I wanted to confine her  into my crest of gemstone. I didn't want to loose her  somehow.

I am married, 25 years old. My wife believes me and worships me like all other deities. Anybody can be pleased having such an wife. I concealed her identity to my angel. And I started cheating my wife.

Actually, how would I judge the perfect at that time? I was in utopia with my angel. Suddenly I explored her life which is full of thorns. She was thrown out of the heaven for committing a blunder. No no, I didn't wanna take any chance. Rather I intended to lay petals on her roads. I made her my patron and started voyaging  over the turbulent sea of life without caring all the adversities, all the promises of life. I started committing her, "I am with you". And my angel replied, "I am in love with you". What a flattery of fate!

People considered me a playboy. They started blaming me an imposter, a knave. My wife slapped me. I hurt her a lot. My family started hating me. I hurt them too.

On the contrary, when my angel came to know all these, she got amazed. I hid my face. She didn't say even a single word to me, I was scared notwithstanding. Had she been slapped me it would have been better rather than her silence. And hence, she created an unbridgeable gulf between us. She was so docile that nobody could be influential over her decision. She went away of my life leaving me amidst the dark blues of night. She disappeared on the sky with a pool of grief.

I beg your pardon my angel. You learned a fitting lesson about us, the common people. I wanted to live spirited life with you. I needed your patronage.  I didn't want to hurt you ever. You taught me simplicity.  And that you are now amidst the mist. I cant look at you with my simple glances. And now what else can I seek other than your well being?

I beg pardon from the core of my heart to my wife, my family and all  of them who support me at their utmost.