BLURRED

DO WE EVEN KNOW WHO WE ARE??!!

#prothom bochhorer sheshdin

 Nei proshno achhe uttor
Nei shomoy achhe srot
Aache boisakh nei amar bibhranto kalboisakhi.

Aaj sheshdin chhilo tobe shei bhabe onubhob kora hoye uthlo naa. Bhalo shomoy katiyechhi kichhu aar kichhu shomoy bondhuder aankre dhore chokher jol muchhechhi. Ochena shohor ta ochenai theke gechhe akhono.  Tobe manushder chinechhi.  Shei orthe manush noi amra tobe ochena bhire notun kichhu chehara chena hoye uthechhe.  Asha kori tader harate debona.  Aar je bohudure achhish aar dekhte parchhish.  Amra ek bochhor pray katiye phellam eksathe.  Bhalo achhi.  Tuio bhalo thakish. Dyakha hobe.

LMS ACTIVITY(21st Feb 2015)

We have developed speed,but we have shut ourselves in Machinery that gives abundance. Our knowledge has made us cynical,our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery,we need humanity.More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be a nightmare and all will be lost.We need to look beyond the walls of our day.Victory or defeat isn't important unless you are fighting the "good fight".

Unspoken

It's about the moment when your mom reminds you how you held your father's little finger and started walking,
The moment when you quietly sit down and watch the rain kissing the earth,
The moment when you smile seeing the rising sun
And a tear rolls down your cheeks seeing the sun setting,
The moment you feel the warmth of your coffee mug on a cold Sunday morning,
The moment when you watch a child wearing the same uniform as you did, getting down from their school bus,
When you suddenly enter the kitchen and watch your old tiffinbox lying in a corner, unused for a long time,
The smell of the pages of your diary which you wasted trying to  discover your signature in vain
The moment when you realize that even though everyone is under the same sky,they are miles apart from each other,
The moment you remember the story of a friend who fell in love with someone she could never have,yet she was happy with the way things were
The moment you see your parents waiting with arms wide open to welcome you back home
The feeling of comfort in your pyjamas,the old place by the window-your desk,table.
The time you spend re-reading the yellow pages of old notebooks ,
The moment when you look at your reflection in the mirror and smile after a long time.
                           ..And its about the moment when you start loving,being yourself again.

ভয়ে ভীত

অন্ধকার ঘরের সেই  ভাঙা জানলা  আমায়  ডাকছিল, " দৃশ্য ... এসে দেখে যা দৃশ্য!" ভয় করল .. তবুও এগিয়ে গেলাম কিছুটা। সেই রুদ্ধ দ্বারের অন্ধকার নির্জনতা অনুভব করবার টানে। দূর থেকে মনে হয়েছিল কার  যেন এক অব্যক্ত দুঃখ, অবহেলার কাহিনী হারিয়ে গিয়েছে নিথর নীরবতায়। সেই জানলার কাঁচের ফাঁক দিয়ে কে যেন হাত বাড়িয়ে বৃষ্টি অনুভব করেছে , আবার তারই মধ্য দিয়ে দেখেছে ভোরের হাত ধরে জীবনের রাত্রি নামতে। যেতে ইচ্ছে করল, ইচ্ছে করল কিছুক্ষণ শব্দের জগত থেকে বিদায় নিয়ে সেই নীরবতা অনুভব করতে... তবুও এগলাম না আর।

         
                                                                                                                              -নীহারিকা।

To begin,begin

"Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again."

 Happy Birthday.

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