যারা চায় তবু পায়না তারাই ভালো থাকে, কারন তাদের মধ্যে চাহিদাটা জাগ্রত থাকে। কিন্তু যারা না চেয়েই পেয়ে যায় তারা সেই পাওয়ার মূল্য বোঝেনা তাই তারা পেয়েও অখুশি থাকে আর সেই পাওয়া জিনিসটি হারিয়ে ফেলে।
I wish I can run back to my early days, the days I used to get up early in the mornings brushing my teeth and the other routines just to catch a bus to office or a cab, the pleasures of meeting my office colleagues, becoming busy with the work at hand and going out to lunch together at the one hour break in the afternoons, I wish I can run back to the days when I used to pedal on my cycle slowly and steadily seeing the road run past me and viewing other people get busy reaching the college gates and thinking of a great day of studies and enjoyment together with friends...the rooms of lectures were all we knew togetherness was the penultimate destination of the moments, there used to exchange of notes and fighting over a petty mistake or solving a horribly looking easy numerical in Chemistry...I wish I can run back to the days when getting up early in the morning would only ask me to answer few really silly questions of what would be there in the periods to come in the high school days,...
The clouds have come belated though for yesterday, still we expect some drops to moisten the souls of this dried state, the roads are charred with dry pores opening jaws to gulp down the heavenly blessings of water droplets down the routes of the earthly sutures...there was a sunny morning, blatantly displaying its bright warm teeth, and as time has moved the warmth has transformed into sweat belching heat unbearable to the crying skin...man has moved down stairs, wiped his forehead with that dry kerchief fresh from the hands of that worried wife's hands who had made a breakfast just not tasty enough for her husband this morning. The crowds on the pedestrian path and on the bus and trains are thinking what a place is India...we can overcrowd ourselves yet don't cry a no when we are in the biggest struggle to exist and go forward everyday. Two people, a girl and a boy will fall in love in that weary dusty afternoon in a shady park or a lonely abandoned bus stop and say, oh yeah,...
Behind every watery drop lies a scene, the scene of clouds covering the eternity of the above expanse, we are beholding the mysterious water carriers draped in the attire of black and grey, covering the blue heavens and spreading its arms far and wide, the cottons of water are coming in haste, trying to overcome the sunly gaze and fillup the earth with specks of tiny particles of watery droplets around. We all amazed run up to the balcony to see this holy vision of the heavens meeting the earth, through the watery communication...We see the clouds start to mumble and rumble along with the other, flashing bulbs that explode after every use and sounding furious in its blackish, angry feathers giving out the message that we have come to wetten your souls, that have been made unholy by unfruitful ruthless souls and have made your life traumatic and warm, cool off with my cool drops, let my anger flow and make you smile, make you seek me, make you bathe in my flow and pour...Lets fall, lets...
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