to graphiti

some little magazines inspire in a negative way to write.why we read magazines ?silly question Na?the obvious answer..time pass.yup i was also passing my time .the lazy Sunday morning.enjoying the sun with "our very own" 'graphiti'[coz now a days " the intellectual Bengali" are following the tag "cholo paltai aj notun bangali"].anyways there is an interesting article about "what will 2011 be like?"now what so interesting ?
a dream woven by the artist named sushant das surprised me and ofcourse became my centre of attention.it seems like the anti communist's day dream after experiencing a nightmare.
seems they are so desperate and sure about communists departure from Bengal.is it the confidence of anti communists or overconfidence or its just a simple day dream developed by the artist to overcome his uncertainty?
there is a dirty politics in every line of the article indulging feminism.it will be great if the coming year provides gender equity,empowerment of Indian woman.but we can't be biased. just because someone is lady and we need to make our woman power stonger, we can't make a wrong choice.
we should not support a woman who hinders all development just because she is a female.
At the end of the day a big thanks to the artist who is creator of such a funny . stupid yet inspiring drawing or what i say dream!!thanks a lot because after a year i draw something practical and realistic cartoon [though bad quality , beg my pardon to all the cartoon artist for that] and convert my lazy day and wasted time into a cheerful and warm Sunday..now see my cartoon and enjoy. have a nice weekend ahead.

lost world

u took my breathe away

leaving me in solitude u moved away

monotony of life now haunting me

can't found a place too cry

no1 to wipe my tears

no one to share my fear

no1 to celebrate silly inno part of life

no1 to kiss away my pain

every1 is there..but still i'm so alone

i know u never ever thought about leaving me

with your last breathe u try to keep your promise

but its all destiny dear u have to leave alone

i have to survive alone..

now i can feel the pain of a mother lost her child

every one is there to wipe my tears

but none can ever replace your love

those innocent eyes..

that kingly gesture..

all are now just snaps

they don't move

just some moments captured in frame

i'm lost inside your dream..

pl z don't wake me up....

if you'll come only in my dreams then let me sleep forever

don't wake me up..

busyday in kitchen

after 1 year,finally i have started experimenting with new recipes again.feeling great. not just great but awesome actually.i just love to cook and eat 4 sure.n frankly speaking those crash dieting n zero oil cooking are not my cup of tea.cooking was my 1st love.and i can't stay away from it.see those yummy colors..each time i add spice the color changes.new spice n herbs mean new flavor.this time completely out of track.focusing one coastal dishes.actually this rice is Thai dish famous as coconut rice.but i added some twist using some Bengali tricks.n fortunately i'm successful this time.i cant express it in word. BTW my victim each time is my dad.baba always praise a lot whatever i cook. once i didn't add salt though he praised a lot.thats what dad is for us , always support and encourage his princess no matter what the output is [;)].whenever i cook something new, gather some funny and lovely experience which may be tough to express in word.but u can see the pleasure in my eyes and thats all.

my love

Running to his heart,
full of color,
passions scatter
beyond the dream of him,
calling forth to be wrapped within his soul,
carried in the wake of light.
Rising visions swirl in the view,
breaking free the night,
spreading over glistening skin,
a blanket of sky hue,
and sighs in the pleasures of you,
love in the softness of touch,
as eyes marvel in the traces of lines
cascading over windswept branches,
reaching out to hold closely
the morning spent within the arms of time,
dear, granting a beauty
that could only be held by you,
and you alone,
and I am warmed in your glow,
blushing upon my cheeks a smile, for your love

Things do not change; we change.

Things have changed a lot..or shall we?i still remember my 1st day in college.5 unknown girls sitting next to each other..from that very 1st day we started our gossips..and soon become the best pals.shop a lot.gossip a lot share lots of secrets..but this final year sgpa lab marks !!!happy days are gone now. I still remember my 1st unit test guy next to me asked for help but i could not bcoz my sheet is also blank...so we started chatting at the hall..share our id.n soon became good friends.

but now WHAT HAPPEN WITH US YAAR!! We have changed or the situation?don't know..what makes our difference to come out?is it our personal commitment or something else..searching for the answer only gives us pain.but what i learn is life is not so easy.we cannot found the answer of those questions on Google, cos our mind is not so simple i guess[;)] we started fighting for what? for better career!! best boyfriends!!!!!!! or having no girlfriend!! so silly is not..? but its the fact!!

a poem by Elizabeth barrett browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Ticking of the clock seconds elapsed
It tickles my heart reminds me of the past
Unknowingly tears fallen and aching my heart..

Breath away my soul do not cry
See the beauty of surroundings
Enjoy every minute of this universe
Every heartbreak there's always a try
Give your soul another chance to life,

One lost love thousands coming
Never deny the beauty of life
The madness happens it challenge us
Be brave crying soul be warrior of your own life..

All those tears and heartbreak gone when you know,
Crying soul do not hide and run
It's your own heart you can't run..

BISH

kiser tane chutch0o tumi
samne asim andhoker
j nodir srote vaste chaicho
jano na ki koto bish ter jol e?
bish e nil hoi gache jol
j choke akasher choya peye
sopno sjiacho din rat
jano na ki dusopnomoy ter pratyak rat?
j hat chuye pratisruti niacho
pise diacho nijer choto choto echcha
jano na ki saper moto sitol se hat?
rikto sunyo ter sporso.
biser jala,andhoker poth
dusopnomoy chok,sitol sporso
tobuo kiser tane chutcho tumi?
akposla bristi chai tomar jonyo
duye debe bis joto
ak chilte roddur chai tomar jonyo
muche dite andhoker
r chai bish tomr thonte
bisakto sorisrip ami...
er cheye besi ki ba chaite pari
tomai bachate!!