Shorot er khola neel akashe, mugdho hashi heshe,kash ful er bon-e hariye jete jete mone ek notun abeg udjapito hoi….|..notun kichu paoar asha,notun kichu upobhog korar asha—ek notun jibon—ek notun din..notun diner alto chowa..| dhakir dhaker taale,alta makha paaye jokhon narira debir shamne dhunoc
hi naache mogno hoi,tokhon doihik o manoshik akorshone hritpindo kepe othe…|
Purohiter sonskrit slok,kashor ghonta,dhunor dhoya,shonkher dhoni, poribar-sojoner bhir—ei sober majhe,amio ei shokol anondo upobhog er ongshidar hote cholechi..|..se ek odbhut abeg o kheyal er poristhiti…|…moner beg tokhon alor cheyeo druto hoi..| choto boro shokoler majhe,ami ek bishal-akhhi ongikar..|..prokrti poribesh jokhon shongo dai,tokhon ta bhashiye dai kheyal shrote,olik kolponar jogote,bhalobashar makha makhi-te..
With durga puja round the corner..i’ll be keeping aloof from my blog for quite a while,to let myself discover the happiness in meeting old friends,gathering in pandals,chattering,the extra dose of spicy fast food,with no bar on home-made narus,nimkis,n sweets…..moments to be captured…bugging elder brothers for sumptuous treat…a time to gorge on icecreams n candy floss…jumping into the soft bed n relax after tiresome night parties….n celebrating the discovery of chocolate,that slowly melts in the mouth,to infuse the body with a revived spirit!....n standing up on the chair,to gaze at the kaash ful growing in the field by my house…d dhaki….life,is surely going to be different for the coming few days,as I give in to the temptation of melody n aroma of the air…
With lots of love,n happy wishes….wishing all,a happy durga puja…. J
From the blogger,herself……swasTIKA
Boulevard of bruised body
The whirling wind of debacle,coalace into a superposition of indescence and tormented turbulence,which in gradual succession,recedes into a mirror of serene tranquility…..
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The heavenly intellect uprooted from the twilight of salvation,are vanquished like those withered leaves and unturned feelings... It slowly ripples as the redemption of the flourishing exuberance,which with the passage of time are rubbed into glittery dust of golden feathers….
-swasTIKA
