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Our First Date

The whole day, my mind was blossoming,
Keeping me busy with humming and chuckling.
Though the sky was raining, couldn’t upset my spirit,
I was struggling myself to ponder on what the professor was saying…
Where was the meaning of ‘Metaphysical love’ remaining?

He was lecturing on ‘John Donne’,
But I was looking at my wristwatch,
Hearing the ‘tick-tock-tick-tock’ song.
The rhythm rhymed with my heartbeat,
Just ten minutes, when still remaining.
Tick-tock-tick, tick-tock-tick,
Here comes my red-love
In the blue car, waiting for me to pick.

‘A cup of coffee’, was just the name of your proposal
To answer you, though I had a thousand times of rehearsal.
Only the mirror saw, how I prepared myself to meet you,
My watch witnessed how fast it raced to win my heart beat though.
All friends were giggling, what had happened to me?
I felt my blushing cheek to be my worst enemy.
My love, I was nearly dead when it stroke six,
When Jessica said, ‘Hey! Tasmi!
See, who has here come to pick!’
My heart, it was like… 
Fighting against a still-hill to peep through and see,
I’d frowned if it were then not you, but Daddy!

Motionless me, stepped out in fear,
Then I found you waiting for me dear!
Since then, I love you and would love
As long as the moon will have her curve.

I’ll adore you as the sea holds the sky on her breastplate,
I’d tell you ‘love you’ million times before it becomes late.
Oh! How royal was that welcoming scene full of red roses,
I would ever remember that eve, so romantic, such flawlessness!
Dreamy was the scene, when my Love-boy stepped forward to greet me
Bowed holding my hands, then kissed and weaved the eternity.

You drove, playing Srikanta’s love songs,
We sipped together from the same can while passing mobs.
The trees were in their blooming time,
Each element of nature rhymed with mine.
Finally we reached to ‘Tava’, where you proposed me,
Oh! Dear Heaven, you know how much numb it turned me.
I wished, if I could then really hug you,
But, no! The society of ours wouldn’t allow so.
So we exchanged our love by sipping coffee and chatting,
Couldn’t control though any of us heart beating.

My love, still I love you the same way, 
When you utter-
‘I love you today,	
More than yesterday,
 But less than tomorrow’;
I promise, none would dare 
To get a drop from our love-sea
Not even for a while, or borrow.

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Trances and Reality

Hey!
My
Daily
Love-trances!
You are vain, absurd,
Pointless like gigantic bubbles!
Unworthy to reach my love’s castled, restricted mind.
Counting his forehead’s plaits, I pass my virgin life recklessly, day-dreaming worthlessly;
Glaring at his eyes, I find the dreams reigning there with great authenticity, ignoring me, my love or even my poor fervidity.
Dusk to dawn, dawn to dusk, his love encompasses me, like a haunted house and ghostly I feel I see! As the time passes, I don’t know when I started counting even his sighs, forgetting my love-dreams and all of its hues.
But Ha! His whimsical mind is inaccessible, radically changeable, it’s rather easier to count his holly eye lashes, where there is no hypocrisy at all, but existing love enormous for me;  'Silence' is the name of our love you see! Though he likes to keep it unutterable to me! It's mad love, which has kept me forever thirsty!

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Bangladesh

Bangladesh

Bangladesh my Homeland,
Bangladesh my Dreamland,
Bangladesh I love you,
Bangladesh, I live for you.

The green flag out of the red ball,
Plays the flute on golden grains tall.
The motion of charming water lily,
Reminds all Tigers to snatch back lost glory.

Oh my Homeland, Oh my Mother!
Hence you’re rewarded with plenty of rivers,
The Hilsha and its silvery shine
Makes the magpie lovely dance in rain.
Our fishermen and their vessels,
Make the motherland ample
 And secure thy royal castle.

Each tissue of thy Jack-fruit,
Can meet up hunger and play flute
We love you, we love our Bangla
Pretty Mom, you’re softy-sweetie Bangla!

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If I Become 'Rich'

If I get all the riches of the world, will win all stress
I'd snatch you away from all of your business
No order, no shipment would draw your attention
Just you and I, none else would exist to create tension
Putting down all of your office files and even the shutters
Surprisingly will I say ‘bye!’ to all of your VIP customers
Just then, catching the most luxurious sky rocket
Beside you, I'd start for the Moon with hulking pocket
I’d smell thousand times the aroma of your each body cell
You'd count the stars of my sparkling eyes without a fail
I'd count your each eye lashes, each curl of thy hair
You'd tremor my existence spreading love, without a fear
Madly we'd kiss each other lengthier than the last time
No trading, no mail or launching would restrict you from uttering love rhyme
We'd enjoy a different world, far away from our daily depressed life
It'll present us as keen fervidity as did our first ever long drive
My attendants would bring us foods of all continents; Tequila Ley.925 will be kept beside silently
There'll be none, to distract our attention while making love any time madly
We won’t keep a timepiece to warn us, I'd be solely a Queen, and you-my handsome swain
There'll be thousands of boxes, full of jewels just for me, including the mostly exclusive diamond in platinum chain
The best perfumes of Paris will fragrance you before each time embracing me
Sarees of all glorious provinces will be waiting to be worn and impress thee
You'd put on most romantic attire, intaglioed with diamond from Belgium
Our palace would be there controlled by remote, written all instruction
Attendants will remain alert day and night shift for my calling bell
Switching the remote I’ll turn the bedroom into floral shower cell
Nymphs will be waiting around while taking bath to have aquatics for my amusement
The muscle men will mix seven seeds to message oil on your each powerfully built cell-compartment
The beauticians will then doll me up with cosmetics, gowns and jewels; for our date at San Francisco
We would then set our goal to the costliest ever breakfast, ‘Tray of Australian Mangoes’
At Lunchtime we’ll be honored at Sublimotion (Ibizia) with numerous floral greet which is really different
The best table booking, we'd start for dinner towards Ithaa Undersea Restaurant. (Maldives)
We'd enjoy all heavenly pleasures, roam about all places that remained unattainable till now
Sitting a mid of ‘all the riches of the world staying together whole life’ will be our only vow

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Bizarre Weather

Midday
                                         Scorching, blistering,
                                  Terrific sizzling weather all over;
                               With sweltering sun overhead outside,
                                   Simply a huge splash of rain then
                                     Cools Asia, resulting a colder
                                                Midnight.

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After the Betrayal

After the betrayal
The veggies are being chopped whole day now by me
Lady fingers, carrots, cabbages, cauliflowers and chili.
The mocking eyes of each one make me thoughtful once again
Turning back, seeing them I feel myself bare, so very empty.
Cutting those crosswords, tossing, and then steaming ironically to cook
Lady fingers with their so many chambers attract me, with magnificent look.
I forget chopping them and fancifully recall my family’s previous chronicle
Where there were so many rooms, cabinets here and there made of ivory.
I used to control the entire castle with the queenly authority
The cleaner, the cook, driver and the gardener were always on duty,
All used to serve me, to satisfy me was their prime liability.
Each dust of that palace would even ask me before parting.
Now this poor me, deal only with potatoes, tomatoes and onions,
No room to stay, no cash, no stand-by member of staff, nothing I own today,
All I lost myself for my blind love, believing the gentleman who did betray.
Just a single night, it was raining drastically outside; I was locked at work, 
Returning home I found, I’ve lost everything, the entire mountain love
My love be-fooled me, played with my faith, my belief, grabbed an additional,
Since then I left all, preferred this simple new life, full of fresh air more worthy
I’m now earning my own, far far away, in an unknown town solely, alone,
No family, no love, I’m myself and working in this veggie-cutting industry.

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Resurrection of Love

I live to love you my 'Love'
I breathe to keep you alive,
I smile to see you ebullient,
I talk to keep you thrive.

Hence I see you drowning to death,
The worries have become thy controller,
You are levitating out of agonies,
See, I'm the same love that you used to call 'flower'!

Still the fragrance is the same, 
O Love! Recall closing your eyes those days..
The meaning of life was 'Me' to you, 
I fancy, I see clearly that then YOU!

Thy admiration made me butterfly,
Bearing more colours than they highly could ever gather.
The charm of life I got from your songs,
That denoted chords when you touched my bangles.

Are the practicalities mightier than your love my Soul? 
Can they really fight back to your mighty will?
Hath your fear mounted its peak for thy enemy? 
To surpass the love-mountain where we built our love territory?

Honey, I'm just here, beside you just feel,
Trying to back you to hope, please chill!
Leave the agonies to be blown away,
We'll make the mountain of happiness out of molehill!

Where you will see 
Only you, only me.

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Angelina and Her Swain

Neglecting the sun-rays 
She comes here each day
Approaches to see the rabbit hole,
Ignoring the fear of animals
As her swain once committed her, 
He will come here to meet her again.

Flowers emaciated, Trees withered, 
Following the cursed- strong storm;
Cascades are no more watering,
Still drought can’t lock her in,
Birds don’t fly now in this sky;
But rainbows reminds her of him
Counting the seven colors, 
She knits her trance that
The prince will emerge yet again.

That day he came on unicorn,
While sleeping soundly on her mom’s lap,
A bouquet of flower, box of love candies,
He said, he loves and would love her forever;

Angelina, now knitting a sweater thinks...
What would match him more?
A maroon? No...Blue, nope it should be crimson
Hence their love is forever, yet a lot to endeavor,
Entering to the wood, she asks the woodcutter,
‘Have you seen my prince today?’
Negatively answers regularly the woodcutter,
But Angelina counts her days till the date.
The pitcher of her waist, she keeps with her
She thinks he (Prince) must be thirsting,
When the unicorn flies, thirstily the price almost dies,
But seldom has he got a moment to stop,
The well became dry; the time keeps on flying, 
The prince never comes here to stop.
At last the pigeon comes, delivering the letter
The prince once died by the encounter.

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Whirl of Food Processor and I, In Space

I was preparing a blue-berry cake for supper,
Foaming it saw some spinning rings on the syrupy mixture 
It reminded me of the sequence of cosmos;
As the planets spin on their ever homely compass
The sugar, flour, soda and the eggs 
Circling still inside my food processor.

I ogle and solicitously imagine, 
If I’m thrown away at space with such a whirl, 
Shall I swivel in the infinity? 
Or-shall I be smashed; otherwise, be crushed by the aliens?
The space scientist would better answer it, 
My data is limited, to me, all these are worthless, I never know;
I just know how to mingle the mixture of a cake, 
I’m a poor mixture machine operator.

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Butterfly

Hindrances prevailing everywhere
Coveting is not everything
Yet I want to fly forgetting own limitations,
Realism pedals over fancy.

Like many other mortals, I also want to fly
Forgetting the fact that I don’t possess wings
I love enjoying vast by travelling like a free butterfly
But having two kids, it’s really a constant worry
They need their mom every way, no time for mine
My husband? He is a own employed businessman
Loves to stay busy surrounded ever by his work.

Whole day, whole week, whole month
I feel lonely, enough wearisome
Having no possible other way,
I keep my dreams apart; but, for how long?
I try myself to energized, console….
Saying, hens cannot fly, yet they have wings
How can dare I? I’m snarled firmly by reality.