A Scoop of Sunshine

মা, তুমি আনন্দময়ী, চির শীতলা প্রবাহিনী, তোমার উজ্জ্বল মুখে, হারিয়ে ফেলি শত দুঃখ বেদনা, শুধু মনে থাকে তোমার আভা, চিরস্থায়ী শান্তি। মা, তুমি ক্লান্তিহারিণী, দিনের শেষে তোমার কোলে হারিয়ে যাই আমি, শুখে ঘুমিয়ে পড়ি আত্মহারা প্রাণী। মা, তুমি কঠোর রূপিণী, তোমার রাগে লুকিয়ে থাকে কত যে ভালোবাসা! মা, তুমি দয়াময়ী নির্মলা, তোমার আদরে লুটিয়ে পড়ে এই জগৎ সারা। আমার শত রূপে, তোমার শত রূপ, মা! রোগে, শোকে, শুখে, দুঃখে, তুমি যে আমার মা!

Pitter-patter raindrops, Falling from the clouds. Left to right, right to left, You swing as the wind blows.

Gazing at the flowing sands of Time, Reminiscing times sublime, Captures a momentary happiness, That leaves a smile on forlorn faces.

Stealing a glance at the person in the mirror, I looked to find a face so familiar, Yet there were lines that have appeared, Some streaks of grey here and there.

There was a wise old man, Who sat under a tree, spick and span. Children played around him, Clustered chirps and cherry blossom swings.

Valentine's day is here, With romantic souls declaring love near and far. "Oh it's love", they say, "The crazy, undying kind, Which cannot be tempered by the rain or wind" Oh silly, silly mind!

I had my father's eyes, As blue as the sky. He named me Narin, The sister of Yazdin.

মা, এত রক্ত কেন? এত অন্ধকার কেন? নব জগতের নব আলো, আমি দেখি না কেন?

This is for all those who dare to stand out in a crowd. Be it in their personal life or the society we live in, they strive to do what is right and fight for their right. “The strength of a woman is not measured by the impact that all her hardships in life have had on her; but the strength of a woman is measured by the extent of her refusal to allow those hardships to dictate her and who she becomes.” ~C. JoyBell C. You bow down your head today, Because you dared what others dreaded. So that you may rise tomorrow, Like a phoenix from the ashes.

Oh, the rain clouds yonder! Carrying the water pot, As you blissfully wander, Where do you come from, where do you go? I saw the clear blue sky, not so long ago.

A lonesome wanderer, Weary of life, What is the redemption from this strife?

This post is coming up a little late, nevertheless here it is: My thoughts on Thanksgiving It is Thanksgiving and I am pondering, What are the things I am thankful for? There sure is a very big list - A good life, love and comfort, amidst.

I traverse the empty crowded streets, In search of my true calling. The vastness of the city of dreams Gives me a dismal feeling.

The Wind howls a mellow tune, Blowing across the lonely town. As the curtains of my French window flutter, I drift into a reminiscence Of a time -