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    Poetry

    প্রাপ্তি

    অন্ধকারে দেখিতে পারিনি মোরেযুগে যুগে করেছি কত সন্ধান ।শব্দ অনেক ছিল, অর্থ পাইনি খুঁজেবৃথা ছিল বেদ গীতা ও পুরান । জ্বালালে প্রদীপ মোর অন্তরে তুমিধরিলে আয়না ভাবনার অবশেষে।প্রশ্ন, অভিযোগ, দুঃখ, বেদনাহারিয়ে গেল সবই নিমেষে । তোমার স্পর্শে অন্ত সাধনাদিলে মুক্তি, দিলে চির সুখ ।তোমার আলোতে হলো প্রকাশিতআমার এই দিব্যরূপ ।

  • Poetry

    A Walk with Dad

    Ideas were sparring Words the shields, and the swords. In slow steps, sometimes quicker Father and son were at odds. We stood breathless and speechless Eyes were wide, minds were still. Molten gold poured from the heavens Dancing on ripples, kissing the hill. Winter was bidding her silent farewell Dry leaves were few and sparse.O’dear spring! Are you here? Are…

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    Journeys,  Reflections

    Ash and an empty cup

    It felt good to step out of the car. We had been driving for about two straight hours. Slightly limping and stretching to set ourselves straight, we made our way to one of the numerous Lyangcha stores sprouted along the highway. These delicacies had made Saktigarh a popular pitstop on the way to Shantiniketan. We snacked, and tried all four…

  • Poetry

    Take a bow

    To you, Who had offered yourselves As altars To break myself upon. It is in your grace That I have received the gift Of liberation, And the strength To piece myself back together In more beautiful ways. I take a bow.

  • Poetry

    Full bloom

    Today was different. I had filled the watering pot like yesterday, and the day before. I had prepared my prayers and made peace with time. I had smiled up at the sun and breathed in the freshness of the winter mist. A beat skipped, a breath held, I stood awestruck. Could the distance between dream and reality be so beautiful?…

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    Poetry

    Dissolution

    I hummed your hymns, And breathed your essence. I shone in your light, And followed in your footsteps. Was it a moment, or a lifetime? I do not know. I can no longer tell … Where You begin and I end.

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    Poetry

    Garden

    I see you, Trapped in a pot of earthly expectations, Bound in the fear and insecurity of those who love you, Gasping to breathe free. If I could, I would… Place you to the middle of my garden under the open sky, Tend gently to your roots with all of me, Be the greenhouse in the scorching summer and the freezing…

  • Flashbacks

    The first day of school – aborad

    On a warm August morning, the four of us – Baba, Ma, Ton, and I walked into the counselor’s office.   Mr. Funk stood tall at nearly six feet with silver-white hair, slight wrinkles on his forehead, and a warm welcoming smile.  Baba explained to him how it was imperative that I get admitted into 9th grade so that I…

  • Journeys,  Travel

    E = mc² in Cancun

    She stared at me with her eyes wide open in her drunken stupor:  “Are you serious?”  “Yes.” She broke herself free from my supporting hand.  I had helped her up to the room upon receiving a hint from one of our hosts, something the other hostel mates were too kind to admit.  Noone particularly enjoys an obnoxiously drunk at their…

  • Journeys,  Travel

    Mountain Daze

    2009.  Bagga and I had just returned from a 3-day hike of Mount Rinjani.  Kranti Singh Bagga was my batchmate in college, and my housemate.  He had all the adventurous ideas, and I was the guy who’d always say yes.    The hike had been pretty amazing.  We saw lava pour down the cinder cone into a lake while having fried…