Ship of humanity Harbors In the ocean of darkness Looking for Permanent Introduction of values in the society. Challenges though seems Hard, but not impossible As of now, if we Re-build the broken bridges

এ ভাবেই অতিক্রান্ত হোক এবং হয়ে যাক বাকি পথ অনায়াস স্বচ্ছ ছন্দের আনন্দে ... অহেতুক কিছু কথা থেকে যায় জীবনের সে না হয় থাক পরে অচিন নগরী প’রে আজ শুধু এসো বসি কাছাকাছি হাতেহাতে মুদিত নয়নে জল ঝরে যাক অবিরল

  walking through the woods , touching the dark and light of life, I proceed towards infinity knowing nothing beyond goes towards eternity only soul and some words encircles around my less physical

   In this present world.. we are so well connected, but still we are very much disconnected... we are very near, but still we can't feel the touch and very presence of yours,,,,, We, though

  1  silently I walk Through the white road of the mind in search of Thy peace.  2  Winter approaching And warning bells are ringing Leaves disappointed  3  Running after

  come, Lets sit together silently.... for ages.. taking your hand in me for eternal times............... Come. sit by me let here what nature has to say silently playing with your hand looking

    As you move Towards the garden of relation In keeping all odds within Quenches your thrust of love that engulfs the vary worry of yours  Quashing the pain of being distance

  A mind, truly alone, in this life.............  One speech speechless but cries..............  One love stands in the horizon of death...  One Girl keeps her head in a poets

  Needless to say………. Imagination of God flows from Rear heart, and surely Mingle with mind Attaching soul. Love Thy Eternity which engulfs Narrowness of human thought Distancing hatred by spreading

  I am a gypsy ….  No shelter have I to reside  So, all my own , no strangers in my sight     Beside my life as a citizen   I roam elsewhere as a wandering man 

  Golden ratio remains  Inside the Blank pages of life ...    crossing the path of life with negligence traval  without any direction and with false emotions  

 WORDS ARE PLAYING WITHIN BUT PEN ..WATCHING SILENTLY WITHOUT BEING RESPONSIBLE... HENCE ,DAYS OF PAPER PAST BLANK SO I AM  PINCHING MY HANDS TO FEEL THE PAIN THAT FLOWS .