হারিয়ে যাওয়া দিনগুলি
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বুলেছে রং রং-এর উপর, উই ধরেছে মাটি।
শ্যাওলার পছন্দ ভাঙ্গা দেওয়াল, খসেছে বেড়ার লাঠি।
হাসি- ঠাট্টা অতীতের গল্প, নেইকো মেলামেশা।
সময়ের সাথে কমে গেছে সঙ্গ নিয়ে হাসা।
বৃহৎ ছাদ পরে খালি, নেইকো হইহুল্লোড়।
নেইকো কিতকিতের দাগ, কাবাডির শ্বাস, ভেঙে গেছে মাটির পুতুল গুলো।
ভাতের হাড়ি হয়েছে ছোটো, উনুন গেছে পুড়ে।
নেইকো আজ আর রাখাল- মুনিস, চাকর - বাকর ও দূরে।
হারিকেন ও নিভে গেছে আধুনিকতার হাওয়ায়।
পড়াশোনা নিচ্ছে বিদায়, দিচ্ছে অশিক্ষার-এ ঠাই।
তাও যেনো এক ছোট্ট কোণে, লম্ফ জ্বলে দ্বীপ-দ্বিপিয়ে,
স্মৃতি নিয়ে সে হারিয়ে থাকে কাগজ-কলম নিয়ে।

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আকাশের নীলচে ধুয়ে গেছে সরলের অশ্রুতে।
সূর্যির লালচে লুকিয়ে পড়েছে শয়তানের ভয়েতে।
বায়ুর তালে দোলেনা আর সবুজ গাছপালা।
বুক ফাটিয়ে বলবো কার কাছে সততা হারিয়ে যাওয়ার জ্বালা?
কোণে কোণে মৃতের হাসি, নরক খুলেছে দৌর।
অস্ত্রহিন খুনি আমরা, হয়েছি মানুষখোড়।
ঢাল তলোয়ার-এর আওয়াজ নেই কিন্তু আছে মরণের ব্যাথা।
তুমি মরলে, কাঁদবে দুজন , বাকি সব করবে খুশির কথা।
স্বপ্নে আর দেখিনা আমি পরীদের রূপকথা।
শুধু চাই এক জগৎ যেখানে রাজ করবে মানবিকতা।


জিসা লাহা

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The banyan may protect you from the storm but also won't let you enjoy the sun.

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On reaching home, I found the lizard without the tail. Well, it grows up, right? Even it becomes better...

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The buzz of crickets reached her ears and she savoured the melody with her whole heart. The scorching sun rays slashed her cheeks but she cared not. She was lost. She was lost in her own musings. How crazy her thoughts were! Sometimes she wished to be a dragonfly with glossy wings and fly wherever she wants to, sometimes she wished to be an ant on a paper boat and embark on a physical adventure, sometimes she wished to be a bird singing and living her life. She even thought, it would be crazy if the God says her that she were all those she is wishing now but that time all she wished was to be a human. She smiled at herself and continued to do so until she again closed her eyes. But, when she woke up, she was amid walls , in her own room, with a pen in her hand and her diary wide open infront of her.

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The giant tree stood like a vigorous persona like that we watch on movies. So dashing it looked with it's bunch of greens and often reds! The leaves fell down, rustling and swaying in the air. She held out her tender hand and a brown half eaten leaf kissed that. So similar the touch was with that of her mother. She took that and let it float in the stream beside. It has done its job as a leaf and now shall be a devotee of the Almighty, who knows nothing , just floats the way the God wants it to. It went far away from the vision and then another gust of wind came and another leaf fell. She let hundreds float and smile and in the process, she too carried a sweet smile.

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"Indian summer deserves to be the next wonder of the world",she gladly wrote down in her diary, placed the flashy feather on the heartfelt letters that dazzled under the radiant sun. A gratified glee was invading her and plundering the gloom out that brings her unwanted wrinkles. But, now, she is happy. To preserve the treasure and cherish the moment, she gently grasped her diary and gave it a warm hug.

Her eyelids gradually married and she leant against the Banyan bark. Everything was turning out to be light and lively. She could feel...the tree , her words hidden in the diary, the sun ,the wind...and more than anything, herself. It wasn't like she was hugging a lifeless object as seen by many, rather she felt like hugging herself, something she owns and is proud to do so. Oh, how lovely it was! Stretching an arc of smile, she slowly opened her eyes and stared high above at the sky. The clouds, they are so mesmerizing. How badly she wished to leap there, walk there, roll there...Oh how nice it would have been if there were a castle of clouds ,with she being her own prince.

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What if I could paint on water?

What if I could paint on water,
on the immense canvas of transparent paper?
The colours would dangle itself up,
creating the dilemma of a hueish pub.
The red would blend with the yellow.
And, would have a teasing twirl like a willow.
No shape,no form, no certainty.
Just meant to give the aspirer a feeling of a Deity.
When the waves shall come,
no differentiation of colours should be done.
All would be same, no matter black or white.
But, I can assure you, there would be no more mental fight.

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If children knew the world
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- Jisha Laha
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If children knew the world,
the normality would have been absurd.
Everyone would have been born cunning,
and with time, the shrewdness increasing.
There would have been no midnight cry
because the experienced turns their tears dry.
No fatherly plannings, no motherly rearings.
Even no excited adolescent flyings.
The world would have lost the traces of innocence
because whenever they began, they had experience.
Cracking bondages and shattering unity.
And hence, absolute lack of authenticity.
The tiny brains would have devised miseries
and had no wish to have dearies.
Oh! The throb of my heart halts
to think about the probable limitless assaults.
Thank God the children aren't aware of the world
that will disparage them when they'll turn adult.

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Bitter truths
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Every morning the grasses cry.
With the weightage of drops, the birds fly.
When the nature is yellow, there's joy.
And you are free from blamings if you are a boy.
Smile is eternal if you are a toy.
You don't deserve a life if you dream to die.
To safeguard ourselves, we generally lie.
And,how easily we bid humanity a jovial bye.

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