Saturday, June 26, 2021

A destination is always a Destination

Smoky vision leads to an illusion of life

Smoky vision leads to an illusion of death

Breathing but not breathing 

Thinking but not thinking 

Chemicals make it faster n keen

A destination is always a Destination 

Blue ceiling turns purple n then black

Chemicals oh chemicals 

Build it all n then destroy it all

A destination is always a Destination 

Human oh human

U r the biggest lie of Ur God

N God is the biggest lie of Urs

Live in a delightful illusion 

Human oh human

U r the biggest lie of Ur Savior

N Savior is the biggest lie of Urs

Die in an immortal illusion 

Chemicals make it faster n keen

A destination is always a Destination 





Friday, June 25, 2021

Poop💩Talk

Couple of years ago one of my friend (m confused though, whether he still holds there) said "...rather think bout ourselves, only, this is so ME n this is so U... what we can say bout life? life is life..." He is not a native, lives across thousads of miles. All I know bout him that he wanted something new, some charm of craziness, profound independence, state of peace, a beginning, skin n bone, may be a little tushy... even a newborn... would he be convinced to remain only a friend? ... um... NAH! 

Motivational speaking has exceeded the fames of preaching for years, though I see vice versa on n on. During my routine  drainy days I do feel hopeful sometimes but most oftenly my inner demons whisper to me to see through eyes n peel some skin. Every good speaker in this world struggles with their own insecurities worthfully. During every performance in my life, on or off script n on or off stage, my knee-heads worked much more. N everytime I asked to myself afterwards what's the meaning of all these? What we think will give a meaning to our life if turns meaningless then whats actually the point of existence?

My mom tried hard to decorate me with her desired props, dialogues, actions n thoughts. Every parent do so willingly or unwillingly... all fall in a systematic superstructure, n so I dont see any practical significant difference by the way.  The fact is that when I find every prop, dialogue, action, thought n even existential  idea disrespectful, vague n meaningless, my mom cries out to dear lord loud for her misery coz she finds  giving birth or motherhood so meaningless n full of suffering. Our parents eventually get desperate to be perfect to sell their built-in idea, in a sense of consevation, I m not against this. But its heartbreaking to lose a loving one behind a priest or an extremist in any way.

Every typical family is somehow eagerly turns into a homogeneous nercissistic venture. Religious value system copes like a pro tool with it. When they say bout  'the bright side' then my little head decodes it 'the light side'... or may be 'the shallow side'. 

M not a nihilist in a whole but human being is a very slow progressing species, I must say, unfortunately. N I m one of the super slow one... keeping wandering n questioning n over thinking n draining my youthful life without even noticing, unambitiously... pointlessly...





Thursday, June 24, 2021

Swelling Glimpses in Darkness

I was watching rain

N but rain

Watching them leaving 

One after another

I was listening rain 

N but rain

Listening them leaving 

One after another 


I always hv had a strong nose

They asked " U smell every little thing!!! Why r U so weird?"

I thought I can even smell a color a word a note a tone a smile a tear a brain a mind a soul a moment a past a future...


I always hv had a poor vision

They got disgusted " Where do U put Ur damn eyes?"

I thought I don't wanna see around up above below under near far inside deep... 

Rather I wanna watch into a void


I always hv had a poor hearing 

They got surprised "R U deaf? How cud U be still alive?"

I thought  I dont wanna hear around up  above below under near far inside deep... 

Rather I wanna hear a silence through n through 


I always hv had a sensitive tongue 

They couldn't help laughing "Grow up! Test some spices. U r not a baby anymore."

I thought I dont wanna test all or everything too sweet too hot too salty too soury too bitter...

Rather I wanna be a monk n live on alms


I always hv had a delicate skin

They started yelling on me " What's the problem with U? We barely touched U!!!"

I thought I dont wanna be touched anymore too sweet too hot too salty too soury too bitter...

Rather I wanna be a wanderer n walk bare foot on n on


I always hv had an acute soul

They mocked even in silence "How could U manage to hold such a labish sadness in Ur soul? Turn around n rise on the bright side, U dumb!

I thought I dont wanna get a flash ever again too bright too alluring too alive too tempting n too lie...

Rather I wanna keep searching the truths  in ginormous piles of darkness 


I m watching rain

N but rain

Watching them leaving 

One after another

I m listening rain 

N but rain

Listening them leaving 

One after another 

n waiting 

n waiting 

n waiting...





She was caught by Humans

All at once she saw him

N called him by his name 

In between 

Skies started falling

One by one...

She got cursed by humans

Days keep passing

One after one...

Everything ends up anyway 

She now thinks calmly on her bed

Everything ends up

Little by little...





Sunday, June 20, 2021

After Rain

We lost a hope

But still there is left some beauty 

So Its the time U see

Its the time to let it go

The soothing breeze smells like rain

moistured n fresh

Enters into every skin pore

Enters into every brain cell

Says, "let it go"

Says, "get free"


We lost a hope

But still there is left some beauty 

Its the time to let it go

U see...




Tuesday, June 15, 2021

āĻ•োāĻŽāϞ āύিāώাāĻĻ

āĻāĻ–াāύে āĻļিāĻ•াāϰীāĻĻেāϰ āϜāϟāϞা

āĻ“āĻ–াāύে āĻļāĻŦেāĻĻেāϰ āĻ­ী⧜

āϝāĻĻি āĻŦāϞো āĻ…āύ‍্āϝ āĻ•োāĻĨাāĻ“ āĻĒাāϞাāĻŦো

āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻĒ্āϰāĻļ্āύāĻ“ āύা āĻ•āϰে āĻŦিāĻ•্āϰি āĻ•āϰāĻŦো

āĻļāϰীāϰেāϰ āĻŦāĻĻāϞে āĻļāϰীāϰ

āĻŦāϰ্āώাāϰ āĻুāĻŽ āĻŦৃāώ্āϟিāϤে āĻ­িāϜāϤে āĻĒাāϰি āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ

āϏāϰ্āĻĻি āĻ•াāĻļি āϜ্āĻŦāϰ āϏāĻŦ āϏ⧟ে āύেāĻŦো

āϏ⧟ে āϝাāĻŦেāĻ“ āĻšā§ŸāϤো

āϝāĻĻি āĻĻাāĻŦী āĻ•āϰো

āωāύ্āĻŽাāĻĻ āĻļāϰীāϰেāϰ āĻŦāĻĻāϞে āωāύ্āĻŽাāĻĻ āĻļāϰীāϰ

āĻŦৃāώ্āϟিāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻ­িāϜে āϚুāϞে āĻ…āĻĒেāĻ•্āώা āĻ•āϰāĻŦো āύাāĻšā§Ÿ

āύাāϟāĻ•ী⧟ āϰৌāĻĻ্āϰেāϰ āϜāύ‍্āϝ

āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύāĻŽā§Ÿ āϰāĻ™āϧāύুāϰ āϜāύ‍্āϝ

āϝāĻĻি āĻŽাāĻĨা āϰাāĻ–āϤে āĻĻাāĻ“ āĻ•াঁāϧে

āωāύ্āĻŽুāĻ•্āϤ āĻŦাāϞুāĻ•াāĻŦেāϞা⧟

āφāϰ āύিঃāĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻেāχ āϚে⧟ে āύাāĻ“

āĻĒāĻŦিāϤ্āϰ āĻļāϰীāϰেāϰ āĻŦāĻĻāϞে āĻĒāĻŦিāϤ্āϰ āĻļāϰীāϰ





Sunday, June 13, 2021

Walls whisper to each other

walls never shout 

United together to hold something 

Dat nobody knows bout

Walls whisper to each other

Careful n straight

I wanna say to them something 

They'll keep it right

They can keep tracks of days n years

They can defeat a fear

Cuddle with me whisper to me

Sheer walls devoted n dear

Thursday, June 10, 2021

āϟুāĻ•āϰো āĻ•āĻĨা : āĻĢ‍্āϝাāύ্āϟাāϏি

āĻĢ‍্āϝাāύ্āϟাāϏি āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻāϟাāϰ āĻŽāϧ‍্āϝেāχ āĻāĻ•āϟা āĻ…āĻĻ্āĻ­ুāϤ āĻĢ‍্āϝাāύ্āϟাāϏি āφāĻ›ে। āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻĢ‍্āϝাāύ্āϟাāϏিāĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽীāϰা āϏেāϟা āĻ…āύুāĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•āϰেāύ āύিāĻļ্āϚ⧟āχ। āĻĢ‍্āϝাāύ্āϟাāϏিāĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽেāϰ āĻŽāϧ‍্āϝে āφāĻŦাāϰ āφāĻ›ে āύাāύাāύ āĻŽাāϤ্āϰা। āĻāχ āϝেāĻŽāύ āφāĻŽি, āφāĻŽাāĻ•ে āĻĢ‍্āϝাāύ্āϟাāϏিāĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽী āύা āĻŦāϞে āφāϏāϞে āĻĢ‍্āϝাāύ্āϟাāϏিāĻŦিāϞাāϏি āĻŦāϞাāχ āĻšā§ŸāϤো āĻ িāĻ• āĻšāĻŦে। āĻŦাāϏ্āϤāĻŦāĻŦাāĻĻি āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰা āĻšā§ŸāϤো āĻ­্āϰুāĻ•ুāϟি āĻ•āϰāĻŦেāύ āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āϤাāĻĻেāϰāĻ“ āĻŦāϞি āϝা āĻ•িāĻ›ু āĻŦাāϏ্āϤāĻŦ āϤা āύি⧟ে āĻ•ি āĻ•āϰে āĻāϤোāϟাāĻ“ āύিāĻļ্āϚিāϤ āĻšāϞেāύ, āĻ­াāĻŦুāύ āϤো āĻāĻ•āĻŦাāϰ? āϰāĻŦিāĻ াāĻ•ুāϰ āĻŦāϞেāĻ›েāύ "āφāĻŽাāϰি āϚেāϤāύাāϰ āϰāĻ™ে āĻĒাāύ্āύা āĻšāϞো āϏāĻŦুāϜ, āϚুāύি āωāĻ āϞো āϰাāĻ™া āĻšā§Ÿে"... āĻāχ āύা āĻšāϞে āĻĒ্āϰāϜāύ্āĻŽাāύ্āϤāϰেāϰ āĻŦেāϏ্āϟāĻĢ‍্āϰেāύ্āĻĄ! āϝাāχ āĻšোāĻ•, āφāĻŽি āĻšāχ āĻ•িংāĻŦা āφāĻĒāύি āĻšāύ āφāĻŽāϰা āϏāĻŦাāχ āĻ…āĻŦāϚেāϤāύাāϰ āĻĻাāϏ āĻĻিāύ āĻļেāώে, āĻŦেāĻļি āĻ•ি āĻ•āĻŽ āϏেāĻ“ āϜাāύে āφāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻ…āύāύ‍্āϝ āύিāĻĒুāύ āĻ…āĻŦāϚেāϤāύাāχ। āĻŽাāĻেāĻŽāϧ‍্āϝে āϜাāύেāύ āϤো āĻŦেঁāϚে āĻĨাāĻ•াāϟা āĻŦ⧜ āĻ—োāϞāĻŽেāϞে āĻ ‍্āϝাāĻ•ে। āϤা āĻ েāĻ•ুāĻ•, āϤাāχ āĻŦāϞে āĻ•ি āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽ āĻĻেāĻŦো āύা !?! āĻŽāύ, āĻĒ্āϰাāĻŖ, āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽ āϏāĻŦ āĻĻি⧟ে āĻŦেঁāϚে āφāĻ›ি, āĻāĻ•েāĻŦাāϰে āĻļāϤāĻ­াāĻ—āχ। āφāϰ āĻ•িāĻ›ু āĻĨাāĻ•ুāĻ• āĻŦা āύা āĻĨাāĻ•ুāĻ•, āĻ…āĻŦāϞāĻŽ্āĻŦāύ, āĻ“āχ āϝে, āĻĢ‍্āϝাāύ্āϟাāϏি। āĻ āϝেāύ āĻāĻ•āϟা āϜীāĻŦāύ āĻŦা āĻŦāĻšু āϜীāĻŦāύেāϰ āϏāĻŽাāϰāĻš āφāĻŽি āϝাāĻĒāύ āĻ•āϰে āϝাāχ āĻāχ āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏে āϝে āĻāϰ āϏāĻŦāϟাāχ āϏāϤ‍্āϝি !!!



āύৈঃāĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻ‍্āϝ : āϤিāύ

āĻĒ্āϰ⧟োāϜāύ āĻĢুāϰো⧟ āύা āĻ…āĻĒ্āϰāϤুāϞāϤাāϰ āϏāĻŽ্āĻ­াāϰে

āϝে āĻĨাāĻ•ে āϚিāϰ āĻ…āĻŽোāϘ āĻĻৃāώ্āϟিāϰ āĻ—োāϚāϰে

āϤাāĻ•ে āĻŦāϞো āϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āĻĢুāϰো⧟

āĻ‹āϤুāĻŽā§Ÿ āĻ āĻŦāϏুāύ্āϧāϰা⧟

āĻĒ্āϰ⧟োāϜāύ āύ⧟

āύিāĻļ্āϚ⧟




āύৈঃāĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻ‍্āϝ : āĻĻুāχ

āφāϤ্āĻŽাāϰ āĻ…ংāĻļ āϝে

āĻĨাāĻ•ে āĻ“āχāĻ–াāύে āĻ“āχ āĻĻূāϰে

āϤাāĻ•ে āĻĄাāĻ•িāύি āφāϰ āύাāĻŽ āϧāϰে

āϜীāĻŦāύেāϰ āωāϚ্āĻ›াāϏ āĻĨাāĻŽেāύি āĻ•োāύāĻĻিāύ

āĻāĻ–াāύে āϝে āĻĒ্āϰāϤীāĻ•্āώা⧟ āĻĨাāĻ•ে āύāĻŦāϜāύ্āĻŽেāϰ

āϤাāϰ āĻŦ⧜ āĻĻেāϰি āĻšā§Ÿে āϝা⧟ āĻŦাāϰāĻŦাāϰ āϏ্āĻŦāϰ্āĻ—াāĻ­িāĻŽুāĻ–ে





āύৈঃāĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻ‍্āϝ : āĻāĻ•

āĻ•āϤোāĻĻিāύ?

āĻ•āϤো āĻŦāĻ›āϰ?

āĻšাāϰি⧟ে āĻ—েāĻ›ি āφāĻŽি

āĻ…āĻĻ্āĻ­ুāϤ āĻ…āύ্āϧāĻ•াāϰে āϚোāĻ– āϰেāĻ–ে āϰেāĻ–ে

āĻ•āĻ–āύ āĻšাāϰি⧟ে āĻ—েāϞাāĻŽ?

āĻ•ে āϜাāύে?

āĻ•েāύ?




āĻ­াāϰ

āĻ•েāω āĻ•িāϚ্āĻ›ু āĻŦāϞāĻ›েāύা

āĻ•েāω āĻ•িāϚ্āĻ›ু āĻ­াāĻŦāĻ›েāύা

āĻ•েāω āϝাāϚ্āĻ›েāύা āĻ•োāĻĨাāĻ“

āĻ•াāϰো āĻŦুāĻ•ে āĻĻāĻ—āĻĻāĻ—ে āϘা 

āĻ•াāϰো āĻĻুāϚোāĻ– āĻ…āύ্āϧ āĻšā§Ÿে āĻ—েāĻ›ে

āĻ•াāϰো āύিঃāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏে āĻŽৃāϤ‍্āϝুāϰ āĻ—āύ্āϧ

āĻāχ āĻ­াāϞোāĻŦাāϏা āĻšীāĻŖāϤাāϰ āϞোāĻ•াāϞ⧟ে

āĻ•েāω āĻ•িāϚ্āĻ›ু āĻŦāϞāĻŦেāύা

āĻ•েāω āĻ•িāϚ্āĻ›ু āĻ­াāĻŦāĻŦেāύা

āĻ•েāω āϝাāĻŦেāĻ“āύা āĻ•োāĻĨাāĻ“




āĻ•াঁāĻĻো āĻĻে⧟াāϞ āĻ•াঁāĻĻো

āĻ•াঁāĻĻো

āĻ•িāĻ›ুāϟা āĻ•াāύ্āύাāϰ āĻ­াāĻ— āϤুāĻŽিāĻ“ āύাāĻ“

āϏāĻŽā§Ÿāϟা āĻ›িāϞ āϤাāϰুāύ‍্āϝেāϰ 

āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āĻŽৃāϤ‍্āϝু āĻāϏে āĻ›িāύি⧟ে āύিāϞ āϏāĻŦāĻ•িāĻ›ু

āĻŦুāĻ•েāϰ āĻ­েāϤāϰে āĻšুāĻšু

āĻŽāύে āĻšā§Ÿ āĻ›াāχ āĻšā§Ÿে āĻŽিāϞি⧟ে āϝাāχ āĻŦাāϤাāϏে

āϤāĻŦু

āϤুāĻŽিāĻ“ āĻ•াঁāĻĻো āĻ•িāĻ›ুāϟা

āĻ•াঁāĻĻāϤে āĻ•াাঁāĻĻāϤে āϘুāĻŽি⧟ে āĻĒ⧜āĻŦে, āĻĻেāĻ–ো,

āĻāĻ•ে āϘুāĻŽ āĻŦāϞেāύা, āϜাāύো āϤো,

āĻ āĻšāϞো āĻĒ্āϰাāĻŖāĻšীāύ āĻ•াāύ্āύা

āϏāĻŽā§Ÿāϟা āĻ›িāϞ āϤাāϰুāύ‍্āϝেāϰ 

āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āĻŽৃāϤ‍্āϝু āĻāϏে āĻ›িāύি⧟ে āύিāϞ āϏāĻŦāĻ•িāĻ›ু

āĻšা⧟

āφāĻ•াāĻļ āϚিāϰে āĻĻিāϤে āĻĒাāϰāϤো āϏে āϤাāϰুāύ‍্āϝেāϰ āϤেāϜ

āφāϰ āĻŦৃāώ্āϟি āĻšā§Ÿে āύাāĻŽāϤে āĻĒাāϰāϤো āϏৃāώ্āϟিāĻļীāϞ āϧāϰিāϤ্āϰীāϰ āĻŦুāĻ•ে

āĻ•্āώāĻŽা āĻ•োāϰো āφāĻŽা⧟

āĻāχ āĻŽৃāϤ āϤাāϰুāύ‍্āϝেāϰ āύিāώ্āĻĢāϞ āĻ•াāύ্āύা 

āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āϚোāĻ– āĻĨেāĻ•েāĻ“ āĻāϰুāĻ• āĻ•িāĻ›ুāϟা





Tuesday, June 8, 2021

Words : Four

They say, "everything happens for a reason"

They say to hold on till the end

"Angels r around happy n busy,

Building a fortune my friend" 


They say, "being alone is a blessing,

Good thing starts over from a void"

They say, "stars n planets r moving,

Bout to shine Ur way my friend"


They say, "if U lost all strings

If U can survive alone in dark

U will become wiser n mightier

Just keep on thriving n leave a mark"


They say n keep saying to keep me awake

While I cant push anymore a tired heart

I dont know what is life n what bout blossom  

Only know I m standing alone with a handful of my own dust


 


Monday, June 7, 2021

āϏুāĻĒ্āϰāĻ­াāϤ : āϚৌāĻĻ্āĻĻ

āĻŦু⧜ো āĻĄুāĻŽুāϰ āĻ—াāĻ›āϟা⧟ āĻ­োāϰ āĻĨেāĻ•েāχ āĻĒাāĻ–িāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦিāϰাāĻŽāĻšীāĻŖ āĻ•োāϞাāĻšāϞ 

āĻāχ āĻļাāύ্āϤ āĻ—āϞিāϟাāϰ āφāϞো āĻšাāĻ“ā§Ÿা āϤীāĻ•্āώ্āĻŽ āϤāϰāĻ™্āĻ—ে āϚিāϰāϚিāϰে

āφāĻĻ্āϰ āφāĻĻুāϰে āϤ্āĻŦāĻ• āφāϰ āϚুāϞে āĻ†ā§ŸেāĻļি āϚোāĻ– āĻŽেāϞি

āϚিāϰāĻ•াāϞেāϰ āϚেāύা āĻļāĻšāϰে

āĻ•োāύ āĻāĻ• āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻŦেāĻļীāϰ āĻŦা⧜ি āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻļāĻ™্āĻ–āϧ্āĻŦāύি āĻ­েāϏে āφāϏে āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻ•াঁāϏāϰ āϘāύ্āϟাāĻ“ āĻŦেāϜে āĻ“āĻ ে

āĻāĻ•āϟু āĻĻূāϰেāχ āĻŦাāĻŦা āϏেāχ āϝে āϘুāĻŽি⧟েāĻ›ে

āĻ“āϰ āϏāĻŽাāϧি āϘিāϰে āύাāĻ•ি āĻĢুāϟে āĻĨাāĻ•ে āĻĻাāϰুāĻŖ āĻĒ্āϰāĻļাāύ্āϤিāϰ āĻĢুāϞ āĻ—াāĻ›েāϰা, āĻ•ৃāώ্āĻŖāϚু⧜াāϟা āύাāĻ•ি āĻ•ৈāĻļোāϰ āĻ›ুঁ⧟েāĻ›ে

āĻļুāύāϤে āĻĒাāχ

āĻ“āĻ–াāύে āϤো āφāĻŽাāϰ āϝাāĻ“ā§Ÿা āĻŦাāϰāύ

āĻāĻ–াāύে āφāĻ•াāĻļ āύীāϞ āĻšā§Ÿ āĻŦেāĻļি, āĻ•াāϞোāĻ“ āĻšā§Ÿ āĻŦেāĻļি

āĻāĻŽāύ āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦāϞ āĻŦāϰ্āώা āύাāĻŽে āϝে āĻ…āĻĒ্āϰāϤুāϞāϤা āĻ›ে⧟ে āϝা⧟ āϚেāϤāύা⧟ 

āϚিāϰāĻ•াāϞেāϰ  āĻĒ্āϰি⧟āϤāĻŽ āĻļāĻšāϰ

āϚিāϰāĻ•াāϞেāϰ āĻĻূ:āĻ–েāϰāĻ“ āĻļāĻšāϰ

āĻĒাāĻšা⧜āĻ—ুāϞো āĻĻেāĻ–āϤে āĻŦেāϰুāĻŦো

āϏāĻŽুāĻĻ্āϰেāϰ āĻšাāĻ“ā§ŸাāĻ“ āĻ–ে⧟ে āφāϏāĻŦো āĻ­াāĻŦāĻ›ি

āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻĢিāϰে  āϝাāĻŦ āφāĻŽাāϰ āύāϤুāύ āφāĻŦাāϏে

āφāϰ āĻšā§ŸāϤো āφāϏা āĻšāĻŦে āύা āĻĢেāϰ āĻ•োāύāĻĻিāύ



āĻĻে⧟াāϞে āφঁāĻ•া āĻĒোāϟ্āϰেāϟ

āύāϰāĻŽ āϚুāϞ āφāϰ āĻ•োāĻŽāϞ āϤ্āĻŦāĻ•েāϰ āĻĻূāϰāύ্āϤ āĻļৈāĻļāĻŦ

āĻĻুāϚোāĻ–ে āĻ…āĻĒাāϰ āĻŦিāώ্āĻŽā§Ÿ āύি⧟ে 

āĻĻেāĻ–ে āϝা⧟ āĻ…āύāύ‍্āϝ āĻĒৃāĻĨিāĻŦী 

āϤাāϰ āϚোāĻ–ে āĻ…āϏাāĻŽাāύ্āϝ āĻšā§Ÿ āύিāϤাāύ্āϤāϟুāĻ•ুāĻ“

āĻĻাāϰুāĻŖ āĻšāϤাāĻļাāϰ āĻĻিāύেāĻ“

āϏুāĻŦāϰ্āĻŖ āĻ•āĻ িāύ āĻĻে⧟াāϞে āĻšোঁāϚāϟ āĻ–া⧟ āĻĻুāϚোāĻ–

āϤাāϰ āύিāώ্āĻĒাāĻĒ āϚোāĻ–ে, āĻŽāύে āφāϰ āĻšাāϤে

āωāϜ্āϜ্āĻŦāϞ āĻĢুāϟে āωāĻ েāĻ›ে āĻĻেāĻ–ি āĻ•াāϰো āĻĒোāϟ্āϰেāϟ

āϏুāύ্āĻĻāϰāϤāĻŽ āĻ āĻ•ি āφāĻŽাāϰāχ āϚিāϰ āϚেāύা āĻŽুāĻ–?

āĻšা⧟ āĻ…āĻŦিāϚāϞ āĻĻে⧟াāϞ

āύিāώ্āĻĒাāĻĒেāϰ āĻ­াāϞোāĻŦাāϏা 

āϤোāĻŽাāĻ•েāĻ“ āĻ•āϰে āϤোāϞে āĻŽāĻŽāϤাāĻŽā§Ÿ

āφāϰ āφāĻŽাāĻ•েāĻ“ āĻ•াঁāĻĻি⧟ে āϝা⧟ āĻ…āĻĻ্āĻ­ুāϤ āĻ•āϰুāύ āφāϤ্āĻŽāĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽে


[āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻ­াāϤিāϜি āĻŽাāĻšāϏিāύেāϰ āĻ›'āĻŦāĻ›āϰ āĻŦ⧟āϏে āφঁāĻ•া āϘāϰেāϰ āĻĻে⧟াāϞে āφāĻŽাāϰ āĻĒোāϟ্āϰেāϟ āĻ“ āĻŦāϞেāĻ›িāϞ "āĻĻ‍্āϝাāĻ–ো āĻĢুāĻĒি āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āϰেāχāύāĻŦো āĻšে⧟াāϰ!"]


Sunday, June 6, 2021

āĻ—্āϰāϏ্āϤা

āĻāĻŽāύ āĻŽāύ āύি⧟ে āĻāϏেāĻ›িāϞ āϏে

āĻāϤো āϏāĻŦুāϜ, āĻāϤো āύāϰāĻŽ

āϝেāύ āĻ­োāϰেāϰ āĻ•āϚি āϘাāϏ

āĻāĻŽāύ āĻŽāύ āύি⧟ে āĻāϏেāĻ›িāϞ āϏে

āĻāϤো āϏ্āĻŦāϚ্āĻ›, āĻāϤো āĻ—āĻ­ীāϰ

āϝেāύ āĻĒāĻŦিāϤ্āϰ āϜāϞাāĻļ⧟

āĻāĻ•āĻŽāύে āϚāϞāϤে āϚāϞāϤে āĻāϏেāĻ›িāϞ āϞোāĻ•াāϞ⧟ে

āĻ“āϰা āĻ­াāĻŦāϞো āϚোāϰ, āĻĄাāĻ•াāϤ, āĻ–ুāύে...

āφāϰāĻ“ āĻ•āϤো āĻ•ি...

āϏে āĻļুāϧু āĻĢ‍্āϝাāϞāĻĢ‍্āϝাāϞ āϚে⧟ে āĻĨাāĻ•āϞো

āϝেāύ āĻŦāϞāϤে āϚাāχāϞো 

"āĻ­াāϞোāĻŦেāϏে āĻāϏেāĻ›ি āφāĻŽি

āĻĻ‍্āϝাāĻ–ো āĻāχ āĻŦুāĻ•ে āĻ•েāĻŽāύ āĻ“āĻŽ 

āĻĻ‍্āϝাāĻ–ো āĻ•āϤো āύāϰāĻŽ āĻĻু'āĻšাāϤ āĻĒেāϤেāĻ›ি

āϏāĻŦ āĻĢেāϞে āĻāϏেāĻ›ি, āϜাāύো..."

āĻ“āĻĻেāϰ āϏāύ্āĻĻেāĻšāĻĒ্āϰāĻŦāĻŖ āĻŽāύ āφāϰāĻ“ āĻ•াāϞো āĻšāϞো

āĻŦāϟে... āĻ āĻŽāĻšা āϧুāϰāύ্āϧāϰ...

āϰাāĻļি āϰাāĻļি āϤীāϰ āĻ›ুঁ⧜ে āĻ›ুঁ⧜ে āĻĻিāϞো āĻ“āϰা āĻ…āĻŦ‍্āϝāϰ্āĻĨ‍‍

āϝāύ্āϤ্āϰāĻŖা⧟ āĻ•াঁāĻĻāϤে āĻ•াঁāĻĻāϤে āĻ…āύ্āϧ āĻšāϞো āϏে

āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āĻŽāϰে āĻ—েāϞো āύা āĻ িāĻ• āĻāĻ•েāĻŦাāϰে

āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻ“āϰা āĻāĻ•ে āĻāĻ•ে āϚāϞে āĻ—েāϞো āϝে āϝাāϰ āĻ•াāϜে

āφāĻ•াāĻļে āĻŽেāϘ āĻ•āϰāϞো āĻ­ীāώāĻŖ

āĻ িāĻ• āĻŽāĻšাāĻĒ্āϰāϞ⧟েāϰ āφāĻ—ে āφāĻ—ে āϝেāĻŽāύ āĻšāĻŦাāϰ āĻ•āĻĨা āĻĨাāĻ•ে 

āĻšাāϤ⧜ে āĻšাāϤ⧜ে āĻŽুāĻ ো āĻŽুāĻ ো āϧুāϞো āĻļুঁāĻ•ে āύিāϤে āϞাāĻ—āϞো āϏে

āĻ িāĻ• āϝেāύ āĻĻāĻ•্āώ āĻ•ুāĻ•ুāϰ

āĻ…āĻŦিāϚāϞ āĻŦিāώāύ্āύ āĻ•্āώুāĻŦ্āϧ āφāĻ•াāĻļেāϰ āύিāϚে

āĻŦāĻšুāĻ•াāϞ

āĻāĻ•াāχ

āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āϧāϰāϞো āĻŦা⧜িāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ

āϚোāĻ– āĻĢিāϰে āϚাāχāύা āϤাāϰ  

āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āϝে āĻšাāϰা⧟ āϚিāϰāϤāϰে 

āϜেāύো āϤাāϰ āϚাāχāύা āĻ•িāĻ›ুāχ āφāϰ 




Wednesday, June 2, 2021

āϤৃāώ্āĻŖা

āĻ āĻŽুāĻ–ে āϝেāύ āϞাāĻŦāĻŖ‍্āϝ āϧāϰে āϰাāĻ–ি āφāϜীāĻŦāύ

āϜীāĻŦāύ āĻ‍্āϝাāϤো āĻ›োāϟ āĻ•‍্āϝাāύে?

āφāϰ āĻšৃāĻĻ⧟āĻ•ে āĻ­িāϜি⧟ে āϰাāĻ–ি āωāώ্āĻŖ āĻŽāĻŽāϤা⧟

āφāϜীāĻŦāύ āĻšেঁāϟে āĻšেঁāϟে āĻĻূāϰে āĻĻূāϰে āϝাāχ

āĻŦাāϰāĻŦাāϰ āĻĢিāϰে āĻĢিāϰে āφāϏāĻŦো āĻŦāϞে

āϜীāĻŦāύ āĻ‍্āϝাāϤো āĻ›োāϟ āĻ•‍্āϝাāύে?

āĻ…āϚ্āĻ›ুāϤ āĻŦিāĻŦাāĻ—ি āĻ•āĻŦি āĻšā§Ÿে āĻ—ি⧟েāĻ›িāϞাāĻŽ āĻ•āĻŦে,

āϜাāύিāύা

āĻ›োāϟ āĻ›োāϟ āĻĒোāĻ•াāĻĻেāϰ āϜীāĻŦāύেāϰ āĻ—াāύ 

āĻঁāĻ•ে āϰাāĻ–ি āĻĻুāϚোāĻ–েāϰ āĻĒাāϤাāϰ āύিāϚে

āĻšা⧟ āϜীāĻŦāύ...

āϜীāĻŦāύ āĻ‍্āϝাāϤো āĻ›োāϟ āĻ•‍্āϝাāύে?

āĻļাāύ্āϤ āϜāϞে āĻŽাāĻ›েāϰা āĻ•ৌāϤূāĻšāϞী āĻŽুāĻ– āϤুāϞে āϤুāϞে

āϏূāϰ্āϝāĻ•ে āĻĻেāĻ–ে āύে⧟ āĻšā§ŸāϤো

āφāĻŽিāĻ“ āĻšāĻŦো āϤোāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āϏāĻ™্āĻ—ী āĻāĻ•

āϤāϞি⧟ে āϝāĻ–āύ āϝাāĻŦো

āϝāĻĻি āϚাāĻ“ āϤো āĻ–াāĻĻ‍্āϝ āĻšāϤেāĻ“ āĻĒাāϰি

āĻšা⧟ āϜীāĻŦāύ...

āϜীāĻŦāύ āĻ‍্āϝাāϤো āĻ›োāϟ āĻ•‍্āϝাāύে?






āφāĻŦোāϞāϤাāĻŦোāϞ : āϚৌāĻĻ্āĻĻ

āĻŦāϜ্āϰ āφঁāϟুāύি

āĻ—েāϰোāϟা āϝāĻĨাāϰীāϤি āĻĢāώ্āĻ•া

āĻĒাāĻĒা āφāĻ›ে āĻŽাāĻŽা āφāĻ›ে

āφāϰ āφāĻ›ে āĻŦাāĻŦুāώ্āĻ•া

āφāϞāĻŽিāϰা āĻ­āϰ্āϤি

āĻĢ্āϰিāϜāϟাāĻ“ āĻ­āϰ্āϤি

āĻŦুāĻ•āϟা āĻļুāϧু āĻĢাঁāĻ•া

āφāĻ•াāĻļ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻŦৃāώ্āϟি āĻĒ⧜āϞে

āĻ•িংāĻŦা āĻŦৃāώ্āϟি āĻĨেāĻŽে āĻ—েāϞেāĻ“

āĻ•েঁāĻĻেāχ āĻŽāϰে āφāύুāώ্āĻ•া

āϚাঁāĻĻ āĻ“āĻ ে āĻĢুāϞāĻ“ āĻĢোāϟে

āϘāϰেāϰ āĻ­েāϤāϰ āĻšাāϤি

āĻ•েāω āϝāĻĻি āϤাāϰ āϘুāĻŖāĻ“ āϜাāύে

āĻ–াāĻŦি āĻāĻŽāύ āϞাāĻĨি...

āύāχ āĻ•াāϰো āϏ্āĻŦāϜāύ āφāϰ

āĻ•িংāĻŦা āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽিāĻ•া

āĻŽাāĻ āϏাāĻ—āϰে āĻ­ুāϜংāĻ­াāϜং

āĻĄিāĻĒ্āϰেāĻļāύে āĻĸাāĻ•া

āĻŽিāύি⧟েāϚাāϰ āύ⧟

āĻŽিāύিāĻŽাāϞিāϜāĻŽেāϰ āĻ­āĻ•্āϤ

āĻŽāύেāϰ āĻŽāϤো āϜীāĻŦāύ āĻĒাāĻ“ā§Ÿা

āϏāĻšāϜ āύ⧟, āĻŦেāĻļ āĻļāĻ•্āϤ

āϏোāϏাāχāϟি āϟা āωāĻ—āϰে āĻĻিāϞ

āφāĻŦেāĻ— āĻŦিāĻŦেāĻ• āĻĒ‍্āϝাāĻļāύ

āĻ–াāĻŽāϚি āĻ–াāĻ“ā§Ÿা āĻŽুāĻ– 

āϏāϰ্āĻŦāĻ•াāϞেāϰ āĻĢ‍্āϝাāĻļāύ

āφāĻŽি āφāĻ›ি āϤুāĻŽি āφāĻ›ো

āϏে āĻ›িāϞ āϏেāĻ“ āĻ›িāϞ

āĻ āĻĨাāĻ•ে āĻ“ āĻĨাāĻ•ে

āϝোāϜāύ āϝোāϜāύ āĻĻূāϰ 

āĻ—ুāĻŽāϰে āĻ•াঁāĻĻে

āĻŽāϰেāĻ“ āϝা⧟

āĻ­াāϞোāĻŦাāϏাāϰ āϏুāϰ

āϜāĻ āϰ āφāĻ›ে āϝোāύি āφāĻ›ে

āϚাāĻ“āϤো āĻĒাāĻŦে āϏāĻŦ

āĻļুāϧু āĻŦāϞো āϤুāĻŽি āύāĻ“

āĻŽিāĻĨ‍্āϝেāĻŦাāĻĻি āĻ āĻ—

āĻ…āĻŽুāĻ• āĻšāĻ“ āϤāĻŽুāĻ• āĻšāĻ“

āĻšāĻ“ āĻĒ্āϞেāĻŦ⧟ āĻ•াāĻŽুāĻ•

āĻāχ āĻĒৃāĻĨিāĻŦী āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻšোāĻ•

āĻ“āχ āϏ্āĻŦāϰ্āĻ—āĻ“ āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻšোāĻ•

āĻŦিāĻ•্āϰি āĻļুāϧু āĻ•āϰোāύা

āĻ­াāϞোāĻŦাāϏাāϰ āϏুāĻ–

āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āϜāύ‍্āϝ āĻ—োāϞাāĻĒ

āϏāĻšāϏ্āϰ āύীāϞāĻĒāĻĻ্āĻŽ

āϏāĻŦ āĻŦিāĻŽূāϰ্āϤ āĻ•āĻŦিāϤা

āĻ—াāύেāϰ āϏুāϰ āĻ“ āĻ›āύ্āĻĻ

āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āϜāύ‍্āϝ āĻŦāϏāύ্āϤ

āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āϜāύ‍্āϝ āĻŦৃāώ্āϟি

āϝāύ্āϤ্āϰāĻŖা āĻ“ āϏাāϧāύা⧟

āĻĒ্āϰāϜাāĻĒāϤিāϰ āϏৃāώ্āϟি

āϏে āĻ›িāϞ āϏে āφāĻ›ে

āĻĨাāĻ•āĻŦে āϚিāϰāĻ•াāϞ 

āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āϜāύ‍্āϝ āφāĻĒেāĻ•্āώা

āϤāĻĒ্āϤ āϰāĻ™িāύ āĻ—াāϞ

āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āϜāύ‍্āϝ āϜāύ্āĻŽ āύেāĻŦে

āύিāĻĻাāϰুāĻŖ āĻŦাāϰāĻŦাāϰ

āĻĒ⧜āϤে āϝāĻĻি āĻĒাāϰো

āϚোāĻ–েāϰ āĻ­াāώা āϤাāϰ





Tuesday, June 1, 2021

āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽে āĻĒ⧜ি āĻļুāϧু āϤোāĻŽাāϰ

āϜ্āĻžাāύী āϞোāĻ•েāϰা āĻŦāϞে

āĻŦোāĻ•াāϰাāχ āĻ•āϰে āϤা⧜াāĻšু⧜ো

āϤāĻŦে āφāĻŽি āĻ…āϏāĻšা⧟

āĻļুāϧু āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽে āĻĒ⧜ে āϝাāχ āϤোāĻŽাāϰ


āĻāĻ­াāĻŦেāχ āĻ•ি āϰ⧟ে āϝাāĻŦো

āĻšāĻŦে āĻ•ি āĻĒাāĻĒ āĻ•োāύো

āϝāĻĻি āĻšāχ āφāĻŽি āĻ…āϏāĻšা⧟

āφāϰ āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽে āĻĒ⧜ে āϝাāχ āϤোāĻŽাāϰ


āϝেāĻŽāύ āύāĻĻী āĻŦ⧟

āϏাāĻ—āϰেāχ āĻ›ুāϟে āϝা⧟

āĻĒ্āϰি⧟āϤāĻŽ, āϜেāύে āύাāĻ“

āĻ•িāĻ›ুāϤো āφāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āϟাāύে


āĻĻুāĻšাāϤ āĻŦা⧜ি⧟ে āĻĻিāϞাāĻŽ 

āĻ āϜীāĻŦāύāĻ“ āϤোāĻŽা⧟ āĻĻিāϞাāĻŽ

āĻ•াāϰāύ āφāĻŽি āĻŦ⧜ āĻ…āϏāĻšা⧟

āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽে āĻĒ⧜ি āĻļুāϧু āϤোāĻŽাāϰ


[āĻāϞāĻ­িāϏ āĻĒ্āϰিāϏāϞি āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻ­াāĻŦাāĻ…āύুāĻŦাāĻĻ]

https://youtu.be/2YFYRYUoCPQ





English Translation of Bangla Folk Song: Fakir Lalon Shah; āϚিāϰāĻĻিāύ āĻĒুāώāϞাāĻŽ āĻāĻ• āĻ…āϚিāύ āĻĒাāĻ–ি; Forever I Nurtured a Mysterious Bird

 Forever I Nurtured a Mysterious Bird Forever I nurtured a mysterious bird, which never discloses its identity. For this grief, my eyes ...