Amar-hiyar-majhe - ~লাবণ্য~

Silly me , expecting too much from people again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again……………........

Sharmila Tagore on the set of  “Aranyer Din Ratri”, 1969

তুমি রাত হও আমি অনিদ্রা হব

তুমি দুঃখ হও আমি অশ্রু হব

তুমি আমার হও, আমি অমর হব

©Pascal

Gitanjali-71

By Rabindranath Thakur

(Translation: According to me)

“This is your enchanting illusion

In the glow of your light,

I will paint the world with vibrant shadows,

Each hue a whisper of my love,

Each stroke a promise of devotion.

You, ever elusive,

Draw me in with your soft, melodic tones,

A siren’s call that beckons my heart,

You are the muse, the woman

Who has captured my soul,

Like a gentle breeze that stirs the deepest waters.

In the distance, a song of longing rings out,

A melody that echoes through the universe,

How many colors of laughter dance in the air?

How much hope and fear entwine

In the delicate fabric of our dreams?

Each wave that rises and falls,

Each heartbeat that breaks,

Carries the weight of our unspoken love,

A bittersweet reminder of what we share.

This is your secret hideaway,

A refuge where shadows embrace,

If you choose to retreat,

Wrap yourself in the warmth of your own light,

With the artistry of your soul,

Draw a thousand pictures of us,

Each one a testament to our journey.

As you sit with grace,

Let nothing be perfectly straight,

For in the gentle curves of our story,

There lies the sweetness of honey,

A reminder that love,

In all its beautiful imperfections,

Is the greatest masterpiece of all.

In every moment, I find you

A dream that makes my heart swell,

A love that makes me feel alive.”

Let me not to the marriage of true mindset

Admit impediments, loue is not loue..

~Sonnet 116 - William Shakespeare

oh my heart.

The bangali girl urge to post pics like her but I don't click pictures.. She is so pretty my goodness.. (She lost a little weight, tell me the secret please.✨✨) you lovely didibhai🦋🦋🦋. You are really beautiful!! Like wow!! 🦋🍂

my favorite author edgar allan poe! His famous poem "alone". Give it a read, tears will come down automatically.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Edgar Allan Poe

Fulfilling the expectations.. 💗🦋✨ Uttam Kumar🌻

Dancing has its own set of emotion. When we dance alone, grooving in our own mismatched beats, hitting the edge of our mind with those sways, reaching the highest place in the universe while our body moves in a strange rhythm.

But, dancing with someone. Feeling the vibration of their body, connecting with ones mind while holding their hand and they slowly move their hand on our waist. One pull towards each other to feel the perfume and the need for each other. Moving our feet in the same motion. No, there's no need to be the best dancer there that night, it's all about feeling the dance run through your veins. Loving the tingling sensation it gives you. The urge which tells you to dance more and more till you satisfy all the Gods and goddesses. The love you feel for that one person grabbing your waist, making you feel the cold silver ring on your bare skin. The art of dance. The love for it.

"I fear to love you too much and lose you and suffer, and I also fear to not love you and miss a love chance and regret it. I live with you an unbalance state since I knew you, my life going perfectly, except my heart which is a mess. I always fear the endings, for I am used to lose anything I love, so please tell me: How can I love you without pain? And how can I not love you with regret?"