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ভাববনা তোমায়       আঁকবনা কোনও ছবি দিগন্তে
শুধু অগনিত মুখের দিকে তাকিয়ে খুজব       তোমার মায়া ভরা চোখ       পাগল করা হাসির রিনিঝিনি ঝংকার

আর এমনি করেই দু'চোখের জমিন বেয়ে নামবে অঝোর বর্ষন
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       (C) SAYAFARI

Tasting The Raindrops

Looking in your eyes

I feel myself falling in love with you

You said I love you

And I said it too

We went to our very own special spot

For no real reason at all

We sat and talked and looked at one another

And then the rain began to fall

We could have left just as quick as we came

But no, you wanted to stay in the rain

You asked me a question I’ll never forget

Have you ever tasted the raindrops?

I looked at you funny and you gave me a sigh

The cutest look, as I wondered, why?

Why, did you ask me to taste the rain?

Well, what did have to loose or gain?

I watched you with a careful eye

And did the same as you

You were looking up at the cloudy sky

But my eyes were stuck on you like glue


I lifted my head to look at the sky

And closed my eyes really tight

Just as I thought I’d caught a raindrop

You suddenly held me tight

I opened my eyes with slight alarm

As you kissed me soft and sweet

I remember that kiss like it was yesterday
I still feel those raindrops on my cheek

I tasted the raindro…

NO LONGER PERSONAL

Angry, frustrated, agitated-it only took a moment to give up on life. This wasn’t like last time when this writer had tried to take the ultimate step of doing away with life.

This happened at 10 o clock at night in Dhanmondi on Saturday, 24 November. Something that I witnessed just shocked me beyond bounds. We were moving houses (for which reason I was fortunately carrying an Arabic English version of the Quran). That’s what I ran away with, blinded future.

Now I am not an escapist. I was just too angry with myself for letting it happen. Frustrated- I got nostalgic about how it all started. Who’s to be blamed and how to reach a conclusion? It was one of those moment when two and two make four. Thoughts about my mother who had borne my sister and me for so long, about my good for nothing relatives-puppeteers to this patriarchal society (who simply abhorred my mother’s great ‘crime’ of divorcing) and about my friends most of whom had lately fallen into trouble became of me. At least I sho…
মনে না করেও যা মনে পড়ে যায়
ভুল ভেবেও যাকে ভুলে থাকা দায়........