Aug 14, 2007

our lunatic squad ...

tanvir irfan sir is one of the nicest and finest teachers i ever got in life. we had a great time with tanvir sir and i will never forget what he said in the last class we have with him . he insisted that we should not only do great work, also express those with strength , because the world is not an easy place,you have to establish your way or fall behind . sir wrote about our batch on his personal website ...

"Pagla CSE-2001 (April 12, 2006) April 12 is the entrance day of CSE batch- 2001 students. They arranged a few programmes to celebrate the day. Most funny- they have named their batch "Pagla" (mad), because I used to call them "pagla" affectionately. They also made a common t-shirt for all of them with graphics and text symbolizing "pagla" on it. "

Aug 13, 2007

where have all the flowers gone...

water, water everywhere , not a drop to drink !! yes, this is really the situation now in Bangladesh. the flood might have over, but not the sufferings gone. people are still in misery; the relief work is not sufficient this year, actually they are never can you fill the lap of a mother who have lost her child ! no food, no shelter can repay this ! we can just have mere hope ...

Aug 7, 2007

and they follow you even in your dreams...

i needed to escape,to hide...but i could go nowhere, so invited those who were always lost into some other world and shared my moments with them! they just say your own feelings with their words...and you wonder how could they creep into your mind and sketch everything with those small verses !!

SWEETHEART, do not love too long:
I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of fashion
Like an old song.

All through the years of our youth
Neither could have known
Their own thought from the other’s,
We were so much at one.

But O, in a minute she changed —
O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of fashion
Like an old song.



THOUGH you are in your shining days,
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time’s bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.

you can leave poetry, but poetry never leaves you...

Let Nature be your teacher:
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings.
Our meddling intellect
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things.
We murder to dissect.
Enough of Science and of Art:
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives."