ভালোবাসা যখন ঝড় নামে


তুমি ভাবো তুমি ভালোবাসো,
যখন হাসি ফোটে তার মুখে,
রোদেলা দিনে সে কাছে এসে
নরম চোখে বলে, "তুমি আছো"।
তখন ভালোবাসা মনে হয় সুরেলা—
কিন্তু ভালোবাসা তখনই চেনা যায়,
যখন আকাশটা ধূসর হয়ে যায়।

তুমি ভাবো তুমি ভালোবাসো,
যখন মধ্যরাতে সে জ্বরাক্রান্ত,
কাঁপতে কাঁপতে বমি করে বিছানায়,
আর তুমি নিঃশব্দে পাশে বসে থাকো,
ভেজা কাপড়ে মুখ মুছে দাও,
ভাঙা গলায় বলো, “আমি তো আছি।”

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যদি ভালোবাসা অসম্পূর্ণ থাকে

তুমি ভাবো, ভালোবাসা মানে হাঁসিমুখ,
চোখে চোখ রাখা, বাতাসে হাত ধরা—
কিন্তু আমি জানি,
ভালোবাসা মানে রাত দু’টোর কান্না ধরে রাখা,
বমি পরিষ্কার করা, জ্বরের শরীরে কম্বলের ওম হওয়া।

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There are some people who are so perfectly perfect that their perfection scares imperfection into hiding. They walk, talk, and probably even sneeze perfectly. Maybe we should build them a separate planet called 'Perfectionistan'—with mirrors on every wall so they can admire their flawless reflections in peace. Because let’s be honest, Earth is just too imperfect for their perfect perfection!

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In Mud, Yet Unstained
The lotus blooms in the dirtiest waters,
Yet not a speck of mud clings to its petals.
It teaches us
You can grow in chaos,
And still remain untouched, pure, and radiant.
🔥 A candle flickers in the wind,
But refuses to die.
Let life shake you
But never let it put out your fire.
🌲 A lone pine stands on a rocky cliff,
Facing storms with quiet strength.
Even when the world feels harsh,
You can root yourself deeper and rise.
🌊 A river carves through stone,
Not by power, but by persistence.
Keep flowing
Even the hardest paths will yield in time.
🦋 A caterpillar disappears in darkness,
Only to return with wings.
Don’t fear your low phases
They are building your flight.
🌞 The sun shines above the clouds,
Even when the world below can’t see it.
Your light doesn’t dim
Just because others can’t see it.
🌿 The bamboo bends in the storm,
But never breaks.
There is strength in softness
In being flexible, yet firm.
🪶 Even when a feather falls on dirt,
It stays light, untouched by the weight.
You don’t have to carry everything.
Stay light, stay graceful.
✨ And the stars?
They shine the brightest in the darkest skies.

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Education is the foundation of a progressive society it opens minds, nurtures critical thinking, and fosters empathy. It empowers us to see the world more clearly, understand it more deeply, and transform it with purpose and compassion.

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Can I Ever Love Like You?

You gather stars like whispered prayers,
Threading silence through your gaze
And I wonder, trembling,
Can my heart ever hold such grace?

You love like twilight touches the sea
Soft, unspoken, endlessly vast.
While I burn like the first monsoon storm,
Wild, aching, fading too fast.

You give without asking,
Without needing to be seen.
I reach with hands too eager,
Clumsy in what I mean.

You’re a lullaby the night sings to itself,
A sigh between two verses of time.
And I? I’m a cry in a quiet chapel,
Too raw, too loud, out of rhyme.

I don’t know if I can love like you—
With that stillness, that eternal light.
But in every falter, every fracture,
I keep learning what feels right.

So let me love in my own broken way,
With all I have, though not enough.
And maybe, just maybe, in my chaos,
You’ll find a kind of love.

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ARISE , AWAKE

Millions of ants are born and perish every day, unnoticed and forgotten. But we humans are the fortunate ones, said to have earned this life after countless births. With a mind capable of wonders and a body crafted intricately by the divine, why should we merely exist? Let us rise, think, create, and strive so that long after we're gone, our footprints remain etched upon this world !

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Fall, If You Dare

Fall in love with the woman
who walks barefoot through her own mind
who lets silence seep into her bones
and turns solitude into a symphony.
She is not lonely; she is listening.
To the whisper of stars,
to the roar of her own becoming.

Fall in love with the woman
whose laughter has thunder in it,
who dreams not in still frames
but in revolutions.
She will not wait for your permission—
she’s already rewriting her own destiny
with hands ink-stained and heart-wild.

Fall in love with the woman
who speaks in riddles
and bleeds metaphors,
who names each scar like a constellation

she maps her past to navigate forward.
She’ll see beauty in your brokenness,
but she won’t fix you
she’ll challenge you to rise.


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"Nostalgia is the heart's way of whispering. You were loved, you belonged, you lived." It's the warmth of a childhood home, the echo of laughter now silent, the scent of a season long gone. Memories don't just live in our minds; they come in many forms a familiar song, an old photograph, the fragrance of a place we once knew, or the touch of worn-out clothes folded away in a forgotten box. Sometimes, they hide in an old identity card, a book with scribbled notes, old drawing copies or a dusty carton filled with pieces of who we used to be. We can never go back, but in these little remnants, we visit-if only for a moment.

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Hanuman ji

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