तेरे ज़िक्र से रोशनी हो गई।
हर लफ़्ज़ में तेरा नाम है,
हर साँस में तेरी कहानी हो गई।

कभी ग़म की स्याही से लिखी,
कभी खुशियों की रोशनी में डूबी,
कभी तन्हाई में भी मुस्काई,
कभी भीड़ में भी सूनी हो गई।

तेरे बिना दिन भी वीराना लगे,
तेरे साथ रात भी महफिल हो जाए।
जो कह न सके वो भी कह डाले,
अब तो दिल भी बाग़ी हो गई।

वो लम्हें जब तुझे सोचा था,
काग़ज़ पे भी बारिश हो गई।
एक तेरा नाम ही काफी था,
सदीयों की मोहब्बत हो गई।

जिंदगी शायरी हो गई,
तेरे इश्क़ में पूरी कहानी हो गई।

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নিশির হাওয়ায় বাজে বাঁশি, জোনাকিরা হাসে,
শুভ ক্ষণ জেগে ওঠে শতরঙা আশে।
দূর অরণ্যে ঝিঁঝিঁর ডাকে রাত ভেসে যায়,
শুভ প্রভাতে নব পথের আলোর ছায়ায়।
স্বপ্নেরা নামে চুপিচুপি শান্তির পাশে।

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The sun spills gold across the day,
And paints the world in cheerful hues,
The children laugh, the branches sway,
All hearts alight with dancing news.

A world of smiles, so full and wide,
Where kindness grows like flowers fair,
With love and laughter as our guide,
We breathe in hope like morning air.

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Ode To Time

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Caption

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Bent figures crawl through ragged, rust-red clay,
Where wire like serpent tongues delays their flight.
The air is thick — a rancid, yellowed grey,
That drowns the lungs and bleeds away the light.

A whistle shrills. They rise like broken men,
Their faces scoured by soot and ghostly dread.
No anthem here, nor valiant charge — and then,
The guns reply, and choke the sky with lead.

The ground convulses, shudders, splits, and screams,
And from its lips, the nameless dead emerge.
Their flesh long fled, their hollow sockets gleam,
As brothers fall, and earth begins to surge.

I saw a boy — no older than sixteen,
His rifle slack, his eyes unmade by fear.
A shred of mother’s letter in between
His bloodied hands — his whisper: “She was near.”

What god observes, unmoved, these fevered rites?
Who counts the severed limbs, the shattered breath?
Here, hero’s garlands rot in endless nights,
And laurels wither in the face of death.

Let no man sing of glory in this place.
For glory’s face is gas-blurred, streaked with tears.
And every dawn reveals the selfsame face:
Another name, another waste of years.

We are but ash, and silence when it’s done,
Forgotten bones beneath a withering sun.

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A cat wore specs to read a map,
Got lost and took a stranger’s lap,
Now she’s mayor of a cheese-filled trap!

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I sat down with my cup of tea,
Prepared to binge my favorite show,
But horror struck inside of me—
The Wi-Fi bar was far too low.

I moved the router, gave it a stare,
Unplugged it twice, then waved my phone,
I climbed the couch, stood on a chair—
Still stuck in “loading,” all alone.

I whispered kind and gentle things,
Then shouted loud and stomped the floor,
I offered snacks, I tried to sing,
But still it blinked, a blinking bore.

My roommate came and clicked one key,
And somehow made it work again,
He bowed and said, “Just follow me,”
I cursed and laughed—“You techy men!”

So now I live in Wi-Fi fear,
And praise the bars when they appear.

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কন্ঠ মোর নির্বাসিত কোন্ মায়ার সুরে
শূন্যতার মাঝে সে সত্য খুঁজে ফেরে
জীবন এক নদী যেথা বয়ে চলে দ্বন্দ্ব,
মিথ্যার আড়ালে আজ সত্যের কন্ঠ।

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Soft pages in a book of light,
Where silence hums and curtains glow,
And hours forget which way to go.

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