Tuesday, 30 March 2010

My Random Pics

Random Pictures, taken at different times and not sorted :)

 

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Thursday, 25 March 2010

Mimnermus in Church by William Johnson Cory (1823–92)

Mimnermus in Church

William Johnson Cory (1823–92)

YOU promise heavens free from strife,   
Pure truth, and perfect change of will;   
But sweet, sweet is this human life,
So sweet, I fain would breathe it still;
Your chilly stars I can forego,
This warm kind world is all I know.


You say there is no substance here,
One great reality above:
Back from that void I shrink in fear,
And child-like hide myself in love.
Show me what angels feel. Till then,
I cling, a mere weak man, to men.


You bid me lift my mean desires
From faltering lips and fitful veins
To sexless souls, ideal quires,
Unwearied voices, wordless strains:
My mind with fonder welcome owns
One dear friend’s remember’d tones.


Forsooth the present we must give
To that which cannot pass away;
All beauteous things for which we live
By laws of time and space decay.
But oh, the very reason why
I clasp them, is because they die.

Monday, 22 March 2010

shudhdho hote ichche kore

jiboner ei prante dariye
jokhon vabi ki cheyechi,
ki peyechi
shudhu dekhi hotasha,
ektukhani ichche jage mone
boro beshi shudhdho hote ichche kore

tomar chokhe chokh rekhe
jokhon valobasa khuje pai
ghrina korte ichche kore nijeke
tokhon, boro beshi shudhdho hote ichche kore

jiboner shob lalosha, shob lov,
grash kore niyeche,
shob kichu pete ichche kore
erpor jokhon dekhi khuje pai na
jiboner lokhkho, jiboner ortho,
boro beshi shudhdho hote ichche kore

jokhon dekhi ek jora premik-premika
hat dhore shudhui bose ache,
valobasa, nirobota churno kore,
chitkar kore nijeke jahir kore choleche
boro beshi shudhdho hote ichche kore

oshomvob niyontronhin e jibone
oshomvob mulloban e jibone
protiti muhurte
boro behsi shudhdho hote,
ar, tomay kache pete ichche kore

 

(Being me… i have lost the few poems i have written, as someone said, being a Bangladeshi i have an obligation to write at least one poem in my life.. so this is the first one i have written, wrote a few afterwards but lost all of them as my blog was deleted by me and by mistake.. :D)