MOM IS THE ONE

A LITTLE CHILD...WAITING FOR HIS MOTHER TO COME....IN FRONT OF A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT SHOP....LISTENING TO THE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS THE CUSTOMERS PLAYED...INSIDE THE LITTLE SHOP....SUDDENLY HIS EYES CAUGHT A TOPAZ COLOURED GUITAR HANGING IN THE SHOWCASE...A SPANISH GUITAR....WOW...THAT WAS THE WORD THAT COME OUT OF HIS MOUTH....SUDDENLY HE FELT...THIS IS FOR ME....FOR ME ONLY.....HIS MOM CAME....HE WENT HOME...BUT DIDN'T SAY A SINGLE WORD....ABOUT HIS INTERNAL DESIRE.....BUT INSIDE HE HAD ALREADY PLANNED OF BUYING IT.....BUT MONEY???....SAVING IS THE ONLY WAY....HE STARTED WORKING AS PER HIS PLANS....STUDIED HARD....AS A REWARD A CHOCOLATE IS THE ONLY THING HE WANTED....BUT THE MONEY WENT IN TO HIS PIGGY BANK....THE DAYS WERE GOING WELL....EVERYDAY HE LOOKED AT THE SHOWCASE....JUST TO MAKE SURE THAT THE GUITAR IS THERE...
THE NEXT WEEK...THERE WAS A SPECIAL DAY....IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY....BUT THERE WAS NOTHING SPECIAL....AS USUAL HE WENT TO SCHOOL....AND RETURNED.....BUT ON HIS WAY BACK HOME...HE SAW THAT GUITAR WAS GONE....HIS HEART SANK......A DROP OF TEAR WENT DOWN THE CHEEKS...DROPPED ON THE ROAD.....HE WENT BACK HOME....DISHEARTENED.....HIS DREAMS SHATTERED.....BUT MOM KNOWS EVERYTHING.....HIS DREAM CAME TRUE

CIGARETTE

I LOVE YOU
I NEED YOU
I WANT YOU
A PART OF U ALWAYS STAY IN ME
YOU HELP ME FORGET ALL MY PAINS
THOUGH THEY CREEP IN TO MY MIND IN YOUR ABSENCE
BUT STILL THAT LITTLE TIME U SPEND WITH ME
ARE MEMORIES....THAT I CHERISH......
DEEP IN MY HEART..YOU ARE THERE
PEOPLE SAY YOU ARE HURTING ME
DESTROYING ME....
YOU ARE KILLING ME
SLOWLY....PAINFULLY..
BUT I LIKE THIS PAIN
SOMETIMES PAIN MAKES YOU SO HAPPY

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golgal ekta mukhe....tana tana chokh.......
nakta singarar mato.....sabsamay hashe......
prathambar dekhe mone hoyechilo...
EKTA BACHHA MEYE.....
j bastab er rurata k ekhono dakheni...
bojhe na manusher swarthapar mon k.....
tar kache sabai apon....sabai tar mon er madhye basha bandhe....
bhul bhebechilam.....ei sishu sulabh mukher arale lukie ache eto betha...
ei tana tana chokher jal e lukie ache eto kashto......takhon bujhini.......
jharer mato eshechilo amar jibone....sab kichu olot palot kore diechilo....
abaseshe ekdin ei montak eka fele rekhe ure chale gelo....
dure....kono ak achinpur e.....
jar sandhan ami ajo paini.........kintu asha charini.....ajo tai chute chalechi sei achena patha.....
ACHINPUR ER KHOJE........

K SE????

eka dariechilam.....
hothat ekta chotto meye eshe amak bollo...
amar bandhu hobe....
bandhu...ha hobo...
tahale amar deshe chalo....
tomar desh...seta kothaye.....
esho na....haat dhore nie challo se amak....
nie challo ek ajana pathe.......
kono ek achinpure...
tar rajya ta baro adbhut.......
sabai moner anande khele berachhe....
karo kono kichute badha nei....
karo madhye kono bibad nei.......
sabai jno ek....
ami bollam...
e tumi amaye kothaye nie ele...
eta amar desh.....
amra tomader mato na....
tomra baro sarthapar.......sankirnamana....subidhabadi..
ek samay amader k chao....r amra ashle balo
uff kno j elo.....
hothat k jno meyetak haat dhore dek bollo...
kothaye chili tui....
takhon thek khujchi......
amader jawar samay hoye geche re.......
emon samay kotha thek jno ekta dal chute ashlo......
jno juddha bedhe gelo dui dal er madhye.......
amr bhayarta mukhte dekhe meyeta bollo....
bhoy peo na.....eta amader khela....
meye ta amar dik takie bollo.....
aj ashi arekdin katha hobe....hothat kothaye jno milie gelo....
chitkar kore uthlam...
darao.....abar kobe dekha hobe....
uttar pelam na.....amar katha jno pratidhani hoye amari kane bajte laglo.....
kheyal holo.....
brishti nemeche........

ajk sakal thekei akshta meghla....kmon jno mon kharap kora chehara.....gumot hoe ache......bela garie bikal holo...akasher kono herfer nei..sei ekirokom monmora ekta chehara.....
pasher barir chotto meyetar janmadin ajk.....kintu kaj er jannye tar baba dudin holo kolkatar baire geche.....dupure ferar katha tar....chotto meyeta babar path cheye boshe ache.....bikel hoye geche ekhono fereni she......anmona hoye boshechilam meghla akasher dik takie....hothat kheyal holo...baireta andhakar hoye geche....gharite baj 5:30....kichu bhabte na bhabtei bajra bidyut saha brishti namlo....pasher bari thek chotto meyetar kannar awaj shunte pelam......"BABA KNO ASHBE NA"......kichukkhon pore television er pardaye fute uthlo ekta headline.....'plane accident e besh kichu jatri mara geche........'

I kno i can't write...but today i wanna write something....to xpress my thots...feelings....those that have been suppressd for so long in my mind wanna come out....and spread into the heart of all the people out there...busy doing there jobs...runnin with their full energy to win the race they r in....but I can't write....i can't xpress them....they just die...in my mind...in my heart....i am a killer....i killed my own thots....which cud have been a little child of mine...a creation....is now justa mere memory.....I kno this is killin me only....but wat can I do....this is not like other things......
monk die jor kore anek kichu karano jay....moner upore to amader sampurna adhikar....tai amra kakhono or katha shunina....kintu k shunbe tahale moner katha....keu na....eka ei mon pore thak....sunya ei prithibir buk....kintu ei mon k die keu jor kor kakhono kichu lekhate pare na....moner katha na shunle mon ki kore lekhe baloto.........anubhab korar khamata moneri ache....kintu mon k bojhar khamata amader nei......jadi thakto tahale prithibir buk ajk ei hahakar amader dekhte hoto na.....