Vabs ha ha ha

Do I know the thoughts inside her
Am I so near to touch the light inside the jar
I don’t know, neither I wanna know
If its a flow, let it go, I will be there
I can wait till last, I am not in rush
The shadow still here, source disappear

dhur ghum paise, basai jai……
good night dhaka, bye bye

Travelling Arround

May be, better to say for surely, I am meeting a life of traveler this month. All the long tours are in a row. Saint Martin, Bandarban, Rangpur.  Most of the time of this month, I will be out of Dhaka. Practically, Man is not like tree but to some extend they can be compared to tree. Tree spread their root where they planted. Man used to stay in a place for long and deny to move from there. I just wanna make sure, I don’t want a root. I don’t like to be a tree I am not singer to say I am Spinning Around. But I am Traveling Around

A Real Truth of Family

Most of us live with family. A family, the combination of you, your brother, sister, mom, dad, husband, wife to more extend your beloved pet or furniture. A package that waves its wings to come back at the end of the day, at end of all, even at the end of haven. Its your home, your center, your place where you feel safe though its in the worst place of the world.

A family is form to increase. You want or not it will grow up. You can form a family, you can increase a family, you can even break a family into parts but can not decrease it. Its like a rule of GOD that has been followed by nature from past to present. Trust Me!!

Its Morning

Walking alone is one of the most interesting work to me. People hire Rikshaw for short distance but I always choose to walk. Sometimes even for long distance like few miles. Often I go back to home(Nikunjo) after my office(Banani) on foot. Its not because it is a kind of exercise but sometimes I enjoy some extra ordinary thing around me.

Children of rich people usually hate to study. Sometimes middle class too (like me).  They got all the necessary(and a lot unnecessary) things for study but feel pain to do that. Even a student of nursery surrounded by couple of teacher in this time. But imagine a boy(no more than 6-7yrs) live in footpath, taking care of his little sister and reading hs text book loudly under a lamp post! While going back to home the scene stunt me for few minutes. I was late for home and it was almost midnight. But I could feel, Its morning. It is a morning for which you can wait thousand of night. This is one of those rare moments that make me feel, One day we will rise.