Jai,ghure ashi..
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Ontoheen pother rastar majhe
Durbin dbara chokh mohakashe..
Tar raat jaga pakhi hariyeche disha
Surjo-doye se harabe je nisha..
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Sbolpo sukher majheo se gorbo-dharini
Sudhui ki tare bole jononi?
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Sukher ontorale dukhho jege othe
Him-er choyai, lage kapuni thont-e..
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Cholo jai bhin deshe
Shanti-te ghure ashi oboseshe..
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-swasTIKA
Anguler fanke
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shrishti bhora odbhut,
oije bhitu jomdut!
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Legeche tar bhoi,
Korechi je mrityunjoi!
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Ghorer kone lukono shinduk,
Here geche moger mulluk!
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Shish bhanga pencil,
Kalo-shada-r bistor mil!
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Jibon sobar hok somridhho,
Bisbo-atma udbudhho!
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Amar ei khatar chera pata.
Ortho-jukto moner barta!
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-swasTIKA
KAGOJER FUL
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Kole amar obujh
Gache pata sobuj
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Khatai rong ofuronto
Hawai pakhi uronto
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Corche nilimai ghuri
Ami haath er angul guni
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Nodite jol jhore jai
Khachar pakhi nirupai
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Bhashe kagojer ful
Kaane sonar dul
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Brishtite bheja jol
Joler tole sthol
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Ichhe aki-buki
Ja ichhe,tai kori!
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-swasTIKA
Punjobito megher majhe.
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Chai tara shonar bhag,
Thekate heer-er obhab.
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Cheredilam mukto dbare,
Bhalobastam protidin jare.
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Payer tole monir pahar
Eto mukto kobe kahar?
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Sonar paat-e mora,
Matri hridoy jora.
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Gorbhe tahar shontan,
Mukhe hashi omlan.
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Joro haath tar choron-e,
Such pai jeno ami moron-e ||
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-swasTIKA
A brief intro before I proceed with my thoughts….
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“nana bhasha, nana mot, nana poridhan
Bibidher majhe dekho milon mohan”
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E toh sudhu kobider kotha.. kintu ei mohan bharotborshe, kichu shartho-onneshi cokro barongbar desher pobitro mati ke samprodayikotar bish-e lipto kore, koreche kolonkito…………….ar sei sur dhorei kobi bole gechen “eto rokto keno?”………and so we all say today…the colour of war is red…judhher rong lal……each one of us,do confront such daily news of the state of disintegration in the country, and the world….ei sokol kichui so-gothito moner kammo noi…..
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Proyat
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Gobhir joler tole jatra
Oshubho muhurter barta..
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Jeno sojore legeche manober ochoitonnotar joyar
Kono chithi purche jeno,gondho asche joyar..
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Utkonthito kajer pore mililo parisromik
Tobe bishbo-songshare k debe bhalobasha antorik..
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Jeno sobuj ghasher math prantor
Ondhokar, ondhokarei lukabe, e obantor..
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Udgrib holo prithibi,e ki bishpane
Ishbor cheye ache moder mukhpane..
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Jeno kushumer obikol dolai
Kothao mithhe ashar songsthai..
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Joshthir badhe bedhe
Sekele jai urdhhe..
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Jeno se ek jugmer jugmosmor
Monushho dhongsher ogroshor..
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Pandulipir sombhar majhe
Ke jeno ronojudhhe saje..
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Jeno dirghosthayi unnotir hoyeche iti
Diner seshe sahanto nishar giti..
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Obisram oshanto cholonai
Jeno protichhobi bheshe geche aynai..
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Ami ek cholonamoi sishu
Prodhan porajoyi somipeshu..
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-swasTIKA
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When the subtle touch of innocence smothers the lining of the soul-----the juncture of such a collision, leads to the conflagration of the mind and body.
It lights the divine power of the soul, to recreate the magic that already exists.. And then when the cloud of doubt subsides, the clustered happiness reorganizes to form a happy life..
You,then, acquire the ability to decipher the intricacies of God’s signature in His manifestations on the Earth.
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{{{This isn’t preaching ,or gibberish in its value..I suggest,if you allow this to reflect,the images collide,later merge, which penetrates within your-self,,to let you see the world more closely and widely..
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There is so much to see around us. So,
See. Hear. Believe.
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(and then again if you are wondering,why the name of this piece is reciprocal..i justify it by saying…. Reciprocal means 1 divided by the number….and 1 or ONE is GOD.. so reciprocal would mean….everything,the earth lies at the feet of GOD or at the feet of ONE..)
The school bell had rung,and the afternoon school prayer had been said. Our bags were packed and already loaded on our shoulders… Sky blue skirt and white shirt uniformed students roamed around in the classroom.. The teacher called for us,and we stood in our respective places in the class line.. .. ..
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My class-partner held my hand,my bottle hung around my neck,my little black shoes retained its shiny polish,even at the end of the day.. We walked in a line,behind our class-teacher,towards the school gate.. We had already neared the school gate,when the students had already started dispersing among the waiting parents… Someone’s mother, Another’s father, Someone’s brother called out.. I could hear so many names of my class mates being called out,…and I wondered if they had heard it too….
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I still held on to my partner’s hand.. She was searching for her mother..
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I knew,it was useless,yet just the same,like every other day,I looked into the crowd,searching for the face of my mother.. I knew she was not there,but I wanted to see her there.. .. .. . . . . . Just like every other day,I had wished the same,today too….
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Suddenly,I felt left out..alone…I looked to my right and realized, my partner had just left my hand and was running towards her mother..She had found hers,but I hadn’t……She was running,and just about to trip,when her mother caught her and held her up,in her arms…..
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I saw her mother…She was in a green sari,with red flowers printed on it.. She always wore two shining golden bangles on her left hand, and one silver on her right.. … On some days,she tied her hair into a bun,or braided it.. On other days,she left her wet hair open,just like she had done today… .. OH! She had caught me staring at her,and she smiled at me.. I forced a smile,and smiled back at her..
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I turned and walked to the bus stand. The bus came,and I got a window seat too. I paid the bus conductor a penny.. .. and then I rested my head on the bag,which I had placed on my lap……….and…I drifted into a sleep……
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May every soul rest in peace.
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-swasTIKA
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Chaoa..paoa
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Dhorte chaitam chand
Urte chaitam akashe
Chute chaitam surjo
Asrai chaitam satyer..
Hote chaitam samudro.
Pahar, toru, nodi
Ar sob kichu sundor
Bachte chaitam manusher moton
Ei apurub prithibite,
Tobe pouchate parini..
Akebare parini..
Hariye felechi lokhho..
Tobe aj, sahosh kore,
Bariyechi haath..
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-purba mukherjee..(a friend of mine)
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This composition by her was sent to me,for me to continue the later part of this piece of writing..n so,here I go…..
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Tai aj boli,
Kache eso.
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Esho moder majhe
Moner kache.
Torun saje
Onujer ogroje.
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Cholo,
Mishe jai,jibon-nritye.
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Aj kache esho.
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Dhoro haath,
Esho dhoronite…
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Chander chorine bulabe haath,
Nilimar bodone chumbon obadh.
Jholshe jabe robir kirone,
Satya-sundor-er aboron-e.
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Opurbo purbo akashe,
Milbondhon ghote akashe.
Boye jai unmad shrotoshini,
Tumi hobe manob jibon er ogroni..
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Danai pakhir boshe,
Jabe tumi ure,
Sei nil dupur er,
Rastar onek dure.
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Godhuli te,dui belar shondigdhho kal-e,
Dhonya jokhon,
Kundoli pakaiya pakaiya,
Uthe jabe urdhopane,
Janibe,
Hoiyache shomoi,
Bejeche diner shesher ghonta,
Sesh tobe dinta..
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Tokhon,
Punno-pap-er snigdhotai,
Dhuye jabe bidinishar ondhokare….
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-swastika
Podmo hoye
Papri khoye
Poria,pochia
Jabo AMI moria,
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Kintu TUMI neer hoye
Chirokal thakbe bachia..
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The English translation:::::I’m the lotus which grows in water,then loses its petals and dies in water…but you are the water,in which I am born,I grow …you are water in which I die,but you never do so…
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Here,”you” is left to the imagination of the readers..it can be the universal God..or some one loves..i want my readers to colour it with their own imaginative powers..
Yours,
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-swastika
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