Ruthlessness a Way of Life

Yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come.
Not a friend nor a foe,
No care and love like b'fore
Is the language halt that one fails to know.

Silence stands predominant,
Faculties start shutting like the shutters of mid-summer noon.
Passage to fresh rutted paths are paved,
Myriad of distraction fails to catch the attention.

One wish, to have no truck with out landish thoughts.
frizzy moments fly like fire-flies.
Time now to bow out from this illusionistic world.
A transformation to the mundane reality.

Hours of contemplation...
 Churns out mindless , meaningless thoughts.
Circumstances draws one indoors.
Yesteryears a far cry.

Lets speak of Compassion,
Root out ruthlessness from the way of life.

Maa Ashbebole

Maa ashbebole koto kichhu swopno niye manush boshe thake.

GHar sajano, porishkar kore boshe thake romoni.

Charoodik alo kore opkekhyay boshe thake.

Ekta onorokom protidhoni, dhak bjar age, kash bajar age ...Mon ta beje ote.
Khushi , khushi bhab.

Shob onay, dhukho, kossto manush bhule jai.
Ekta jano, muhurter swapno desh palte jai.

Eii khushi ta jano theke jai, eii muhurter swapnotar theke amara jano arr na ooty.
Bastob je bodo koster,....Kintu..

Shob bhalo jeenes ki Thake???...Tobu o tommar agomonir jono

Ami poth jeya achhi...............................