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Saturday, 20 October 2018


My soft skin get wounded and stressed,
but I fail to protest every time.
My lips are stitched in such a way that shows a smile
and not allowed to get puckered. 

My adorable soft colorful hands get scratched
but I fail to protest every time. 
Just because it's your show in which I work
you keep pulling the strings that are attached. 

My eyes, those cheerful eyes get drenched.
Not in tears of pain but due to strain,
but I fail to close them in that time too.
It reminds me those dreadful outcomes that I faced.

My soft colorful clothes are getting torn.
My cheerful smile and shine are fading away.
But I have to keep my mouth shut anyway,
as not my pain but my smiles are adorned. 

Wednesday, 10 October 2018


পাহাড় চূড়ায় ঘর বেঁধেছি তোমায় একলা পাবো বলে,
চলতে গিয়ে থমকে দাঁড়াই তোমার সঙ্গে যাবো বলে। 
চারিপাশের বন্ধ দুয়ার খুলে যদি দাঁড়াই আবার চাইবো 
তুমি পাশে থাকো তোমার সঙ্গ চাই বলে।  
হাজার আলোর মহল ছেড়ে তারায় মোড়া আকাশটিরে 
করতে চাই আবার আপন, সে শুধু তোমার প্রিয় বলে।  

পাহাড় চূড়ায় ঘর বেঁধেছি তোমায় একলা পাবো বলে,
চলতে গিয়ে থমকে দাঁড়াই তোমার সঙ্গে যাবো বলে। 
এমনি করেই চাই যদি রোজ তোমায় করে নিতে আপন 
পাবো  ফিরে সেই  তোমাকে, আঁধার কালো হলে ?
মনের মাঝে প্রশ্ন যত  ভুলে থাকি অবিরত 
চেনা তোমায় বানায় যে পর সে ভয়ে ভীত বলে।  

Tuesday, 31 July 2018

An Angry Girl's Dillemma

She gets angry on you when she lacks,
the way she sees others get loved by them. 
She thinks as her very own beloved person,
you should know the hacks. 

She gets angry on you when she lacks,
the way she sees others get pampered on their victory.
She thinks as her very own beloved man,
you should also know the hacks.

She gets angry on you when she lacks,
the extent of support others are getting during their crisis. 
She thinks as her very own redeemer.
you should also know her troubles and facts. 

She gets angry on you when she lacks,
the way they made them laugh during their days of tears.
She thinks as her very own beloved soul,
you should know, how to stay firm and keep the promises intact.  

She gets angry on you when she get fooled,
to see everyone expect her is getting the things as per the promises.
She thinks as her very own supportive one, you befooled her.
Thus, the theory of true and pure love gets overruled. 

Monday, 18 June 2018

Silence Has Chosen Her

She hasn't chosen silence, silence has chosen her.
She wanted to be vivacious and naive, 
she wanted to be surrounded with love.
But, it is not always true for all to be supported by their star. 

She hasn't chosen silence, silence chosen her.
Whenever she tried to hug tightly her love,
she felt the indifference from their side.
Failure of her repeated attempts has turned her hopes blur. 

She hasn't chosen silence, silence has chosen her.
Whenever she tried to minimise the distance,
she attacked with insult and vehement ignorance. 
Gradually, she started to believe there is really nobody to care.

She hasn't chosen silence, silence has chosen her.
Whenever, she believed that she will get someone
beside her to support though she witnessed something else.
Thus, the route of her destiny becomes much clearer. 

She hasn't chosen silence, silence has chosen her.
Whenever, she tried to put her jovial self 
in front of others, they reminded her she is a mismatch.
Thus, silence and mystery happily and quite obviously engulfed her nature.  

Monday, 21 May 2018

That Falling Leaf

A dry and browned leaf is just about to kiss the ground.
A gentle touch of love and care was the only thing,
this leaf was deprived of but it never relied on a much known fact
that those things are rare to be found.

Today, when it got friendly disconnected from the tree.
It lost its all hopes, joy and growing spree.
Somewhere it may have believed that 
there will always be some thing which will set its soul free.

But it never wanted such barren life,
rather it never left any stone unturned to thrive.
It looked at every gentle touch, caring hand.
As if, it may be that desired gem, capable of bringing back its lost vibe. 

May be, the disposer had laughed at that time,
not by knowing the unforeseen future but, 
to see the extent of insanity of that life.
Nobody is going to show love to a dying leaf;
until it start living itself by loving itself,
this is something which helps to add up the charm.

Monday, 30 April 2018

Before You Say It All

You are just like sunbeam,
who likes to destroy the untidy and unwanted thing.
The one who likes to clear all barriers by himself
rather than complaining about your sadness and making gruesome scream.

You are much happy with what you are.
Never expect anybody to be your crutch
during the time you cry helplessly in that stagnant hour.

But someday you come across with them.
They tried their best to make you more
vivacious and vibrant in accordance with their claim.

In those days they guessed about the presence
of a stinking hollow in your past.
They make you believe that only opening up those yellow pages
before them is the only door to gain your social acceptance. 

Your rusted iron soul now started breathing.
Such vibrant acceptance and support are something 
which you are looking for years.
Now you have started to open those pages, the mystery around you and everything.

Few days later you find them to be the most unknown soul.
After knowing everything about you they are more 
likely to retain a safe distance with such an abnormal life.
So, you repent for trusting them before you say it all. 

Sunday, 25 March 2018

Urge For the Ultimate Destination

Everyday in her life was the same. 
There was no one around her to blame.
Actually it was her fate that turns out to be rude.
Otherwise, no one has the gut to tolerate such attitude. 

Everyday in her life was the proof.
There are something in his tenure which was a goof. 
It was a shuttering truth for her that
her life's journey was facing a terrible wrath.

Everyday of her life was a pain.
There is no chance to have some gain.
No one ever cared about the cause of her grudge
though there was many people out there to judge.

Everyday of her life was an exam.
Though there was no chance for any other to see any harm.
She was quite tired of all this drama and toil.
It was beyond her thoughts how can the society be so cruel.

Everyday of her life was an irony.
That makes laugh at her lifelong agony.
No one ever came forward to stand by.
Everybody out there was eager to make her cry.

Everyday of her life was a harsh interview.
Everyday she faced same questions, there were nothing new.
For the ruthless society she was just like a devil's incarnation.
She herself and the society too were much eager 
for her faster journey to the ultimate destination. 

Thursday, 15 March 2018

He Could Have Love Her More

He could love her more.
She just knows the extent of yelling 
can left a baby in a bitter trauma.
A baby girl who never knew about love afore.

He could love her more.
She just knows how her presence and value 
was measured by the bucks she earns.
The girl who never heard of love afore.

He could love her more.
She just felt the heart-wrenching discriminations,
she faced with one of her most notorious brother.
She never felt the equality in love before.

He could love her more.
She heard it from her friends of her age
that not everyone from a clan shows the similar rage.
She was perplexed to find the measurable truth that was known to her before.

Now, she doesn't even rely on love or adore.
 In the deep in her mind love is something which she loves to abhor.
But, a corner of her pained heart still says,
he could have love me more. 

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Why So Stubborn

Just after few days of her birth she was subjected to hatred.
No, she was not considered to be the princess rather 
just because of her gender she was parted.
Masculinity never came forward that day 
to rescue her from facing that distress further.

In that chilly winter night, on her way back to home,
some inebriated eyes were trying to hone
their lust, hatred,wrath or "immaturity" on her.
No, there was no one to show their masculinity. 
On that time, it was her feminist self only that helped her rather.

From the very first month of her life
when her mother  was her only support.
She used to play alone on the lap of her six year old sibling.
No, there was no sign masculinity that day to add up some vibe.

The day she found her friends are getting pampered for 
their annual achievements in school.
She enjoyed the glee of good percentile alone 
with her feminist self, there was no presence of masculinity to adore. 

When all the teenager girls of her age, 
frightened to see a hungry wolf out of its cage,
there was no masculinity present that day to boost up her courage.
Hot sweat, faster heartbeat and tensed situation which she handled alone
with her feminist self helped to increase her feminist rage. 

Now-a-days people judge her for having stubborn  behavior.
A pixie haircut lady who knows nothing but to abhor,
those masculine clan and every step a man makes.
But, you people will never understand how much it takes,
when an evil thought takes charge then a tender mind wrecks. 

Sunday, 4 February 2018

Lament From Lullaby

A lady is enduring that severe pain tonight.
She is hopeful in spite of this grinning pain that 
the next day a tiny, flabby hand will hold her hand tight.

A baby boy, whose welcome in his family will see a grandeur. 
Though she tried to arrange such things for his elder sister
yet both approval and success backfired that endeavor. 

She starts to memorize all the lullabies she know.
The increasing Del (unit)  of pain failed to foil her 
imagination that holds her unborn baby's view.

But, her happiness turns into helplessness on the very next day.
How can the Omnipotence  be such ruthless??
A girlchild  instead of boy will just add up her dismay.

A cold wave of disappointment feels up her heart.
How can she face their furious threat??
According to whom, a girl can never touch the greatness as a boy do. 
She found it very surprising how her 
lullabies of previous day have turned into laments in few minutes. 

Sunday, 21 January 2018

Needs and Deeds

The baby is sleeping on the cold asphalt footpath.
Continuous negligence and ignorance has soaked all its mirth.
Neither parents nor any glamorous heart of the world celebrated its birth.
The only thing it's rearing about the society is a heart full of wrath.

This footpath leads to a posh bungalow of millions.
Two newcomers of this house are already well-known to be the precious scion.
Their life is full of love, pamper cuddle and smiles
in short it is as colorful as beautiful crayons.

A girl, who had completely ignored by her family
just being a girl can be taken as a simile.
She faces continuous denial of love and affection from
her loved one because they think she can cope-up with this situation easily.

Her closest friend, on the other side, 
always trusted that everybody of this world is so kind.
For being a "princess" of her family she
always know that everybody throw love at her to bind.

An unemployed youth keeps strolling through city footpath.
No one can imagine the extent of his wrath.
The graffiti on the wall have witnessed alone,
how time hastened the waning of his initial mirth.

But one can not but be perplexed,
how a boy of same age of a well-to-do family
never encounters such ignorance and hatred.
Your needs should always be as per your deeds is a right things which they have said. 

Saturday, 13 January 2018

A Letter To Him

Hi my love, wherever you are right now.
You will have to take some important vow.

Since my childhood days I was being told,
how a girl should get fit into a girly mold.
Otherwise, it will be harder for her parents to 
tag her as praiseworthy and she could not have been sold.

But, I have trust on you, whoever you may be.
You will definitely be the one who will set my soul free. 
Just like the shrubs are taken cared by a big tree.
You will come to my life to add up some glee.

Since my childhood days I was being told,
why it is important to be fit into a girly mold.
As my intentions and mindset were always bold.
So, the perception of the society regarding me was always cold.

But, my inner-voice is hopeful enough 
that you, as my future partner, are not going to be so tough.  
We will take it to the higher position of that graph,
comprising our happiness, celebrations and each little staff. 

Since my childhood days I was being told,
how girls should abide by every little curve of that girly mold.
It was known to me from day one that
you are the decider of my fate irrespective of how much I am old.

I never thought you as a tyrant decider of my fate.
According to my dream, you will be the one
with whom all of my dreams can have been met.
For whom, living life with his beloved one will be the ultimate goal,
and the rules and regulations of a women's behavior will not be pre-set.

I have a strong belief on my intuition.
You can never be just an illusion.
I belief, one day in my life I will come across with you,
and that day my love and life will find a certain destination. 

Monday, 18 December 2017


A cold flow of fear runs down through her spine.
Never thought that all of her struggles will go in vein.
All of childhood days had been spent with a wish,
that someday everything will be fine.

In the very first morning of her life, she got threatened. 
In her mom's womb she felt much frightened. 
All they want was to wash out her existence,
for that, every kind of precautions had been tightened. 

In spite of all such conspiracies, she came.
They left only with their bad luck to blame. 
Her mother was a lone soul in this cruel world
who thanked the creator for blessing her with a gem.

Since then, she fought with every stereotype thought.
No one wasted any opportunity to incur a blot
not only on her character but also on her dignity.
Her life was just like the dry and barren soil of drought. 

After many years of hardships in her life.
She had found her love, that added a positive vibe.
But the day that heart hurt her like hell,
her life became porous and fragile like an old and emptied bee hive.

He accused of her being an unsocial soul.
how can he understand that her life was an elegy of dole?
Getting some gentle touch of love was her life's only goal.
That has also get broken with his unkind troll.