By Santwana Chatterjee on April 26,2008
 কতো দিন যেন দেখিনি সবুজ আর নীলের মাখামাখি ঐ অনেক দূরে- যেখানে আকাশ হয়েছে শুরু, কতোদিন শুনিনি ডাক- নিরাসক্ত নয় যেখানে মেঘের দামামা আর ঢেউএর গুরু গুরু।। ভেজা মাটির গন্ধ, বেল, জুই, চাঁপা কতোদিন বাসেনি ভালো কেউ, অসীম শক্তি নিয়ে আছড়ে পড়েনি ঢেউ তীরের উপর । শুধু কষ্ট বুক চাপা- মিথ্যা অভিনয়। কতদিন যেন দিখিনি তোমায় ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on April 26,2008
 I wish to be in the greens Where the sky kisses the grass And when the thunderous cloud blows its trumpet Echoing the ocean’s call in a rumbling tone- I wish I was there and not alone Savouring the redolent earth, Drenched and heady With Jasmine, and Champak offering their fragrant wine. They all seem ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on April 16,2008
 I won’t come to you. I promise, never. But for ever and ever , I would be with you in your dreams and your thoughts. I won’t let you catch me, my dear. But I would be there in the books in your hands, In the lyrics that you love, In the words that make ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on April 07,2008
 পিউ, এখন যদি কেউ তোমাকে ডাকে ঐ-দূরে, ঐ তাল-তমালের ফাঁকে ফাঁকে, ঘুঘু ডাকা দুপুর বেলা ছায়া ফেলা দিঘীর মতন তোমার চোখে তাকিয়ে বলে- আর নয়, আর নয় এখানে থাকা এই শহর মেকী সভ্যতাতে ঢাকা, আমরা যাই ফিরে সেই বন্য প্রেমের নগ্নতাকে ঘিরে তোমার সহজ সরল হৃদয় মন্দিরে সেইখানে সেই পূর্বদিশায় হাড়িয়ে যাওয়া এই জীবনের মানে তুমি ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on April 07,2008
 কবিতা! তুমি কি আমার সঙ্গী হবে ? আমার বিষন্নতা ; নির্জন দুপুরের মত- খাঁ খাঁ মাঠের মত- শ্মশাণের মতন শূণ্যতা যদি তোমায় দিই তুমি কি রাজি হবে ! কবিতা ! তোমার সরলতা মাখা দুটি চোখের তারায় হাড়িয়ে যেতে দেবে আমায়? যদি বলি, শিশুর মতন এস আমার বুকের মাঝে তুমি কি বলবে আমায় -ছাড় এ পাগলামি ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on April 06,2008
 বড় বাড়ির বারান্দাতে প্রদীপ জ্বলে কত দূরের থেকে দ্যাখাচ্ছে ঠিক তারার মালার মত। বড়বাড়ির বৌ য্যানমা লক্ষ্মী প্রতীমা, ছেলে কোলে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে, আয়মা দেখে যা। ঝলমলে ওর পোষাক-আসাক, মুখ ভরা ওর হাসি, তোর কেনমা ছেঁড়া কাপড় কত দিনের বাসী। চলনা মা যাই ভোজ হচ্ছে, পেট ভ’রে খাই গিয়ে। নারে খোকা ভয় হয় রে, ... [full story]
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By Genevieve Barr on April 01,2008
 Kashmir Dreaming Lingering hints of veiled potential,sprinkle paths, shining petals,welcoming past tragedies, ancient rhymes. Careful trails of thoughtflow from crowned glory,and gather in hems of arabesque design,fertile ground’s good times.Spun shawls tossed highand kissed by Thine,settle down upon the sleeping,ready for the re-awakening. Tiny sparrows twitchand soft buds take a peek.One thousand hardened hearts open ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on April 06,2008
 রশিদমিঞা রিক্সা চালায় সকাল দুপুর রাত তাইতে তাদের জোটে কাপড় তাইতে জোটে ভাত । রশিদমিঞার ছোট্ট ছেলে রমজান তার নাম বায়না ধরে পরবে সে যে করবে না এই কাম । রশিদ গিয়ে বল্লে বাবু পড়বে আমার ছেলে , ভর্ত্তি করে নেবে বল কত রূপয় দিলে ? হেডমাষ্টা বলে কিছুই দিতে ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on April 06,2008
 ইস্কুলেতে গিয়ে তুই কি করিসরে খোকা ? চুপ করতো ভাল্লাগেনা কথা বোকা বোকা . একিরে তুই কেমন ছেলে বোকা বলিস মাকে ! তা নয়তো কি, জান তুমি, সবাই আমায় খোকা বলে ডাকে ! অনেক বড় হয়ে গেছি একাই পারি যেতে এবার থেকে আমায় তুমি আসবেনা আর নিতে I চারটে ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on April 04,2008
 It is a terribly feeling to be reminded, however subtly, that you are past your prime, that you have outlived your utility, so to say. Kabita, sat dazed and hurt. It took a lot of time to sink in that she was intentionally snubbed by the one she thought she knew so well. ‘Maa, ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on April 02,2008
 He waited with throbbing heart ; He waited with impatience ; Counting the seconds.. And she came and passed him by ; Not looking not giving a glance, He did not know why.. She went from room to room Chatting and laughing People cheered her Every move, gobbled her word like wine.. Unknown to him she ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on April 02,2008
 Her childish smile enchanted me She led me with ease on her little finger I danced on her tune And made a fool of myself.. I adored her for her angelic looks Forgetting mine, that drove people away.. Infinitely thankful for being loved Inspite of my ugliness… Inspite of all my shortfalls Years later on the ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on April 02,2008
 The tall lanky girl with her awkward gait Stood alone outside the circle that surrounded me I wanted to catch her eyes that looked beyond Eyes that concealed more than what anyone could say ; Dark clouds gathered on the distant sky And gusty winds started blowing… People scattered like fallen leaves Hurrying across the river ... [full story]
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By Genevieve Barr on April 01,2008
 . An Indian love story faint hints, vague touches quiet looks. Eyes drip with understanding. Bodies heave with conversation. sweet breath, whispered scent on pink magnolia wings. Kissed silence Beautiful things. [full story]
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By Swarup Sarkar on February 29,2008
 Why Indian Budget:2008-2009 Anti men and Anti Corporate ?More than 82% Taxes earned by Indian Government from Indian men , but reality is in last 61 Years Budget , the Fund for "Men Well fare " always is "Zero" , in spite every day more than 205 Men end their life compared to 112 Women end their life. ... [full story]
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By Swarup Sarkar on April 03,2008
 Protest against abuse of women and elders through misuse of IPC Section 498ASave Indian Family Foundation (SIFF) is a voluntary self-help group formed in response to the large number of Arrests of innocent citizens and the alarming rise in the number of broken marriages, fatherless children and abused elders, owing to the rampant misuse of Indian ... [full story]
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By Swarup Sarkar on February 15,2008
 How to come out from the Finciancial Losses due to 498A/DV/CRPC 125? Whenever we face any Husband who are abused and victim of Legal Terrorism by their greedy/money minded wife's family ( more than 98% Husband faced Domestic Violence at least once in 3 years more than once either verbal abuse, mental abuse, economical abuse or sexual ... [full story]
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By anchor on February 13,2008
 Let me introduce myself. My name is Valentine. I lived in Rome during the third century. That was long, long ago! At that time, Rome was ruled by an emperor named Claudius. I didn't like Emperor Claudius, and I wasn't the only one! A lot of people shared my feelings. Claudius wanted to have a big ... [full story]
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By TheBigThinkg Human on July 18,2007
 This poem came out of a blog where a mother described her feelings for her unborn child, the way she waited to see him when he was born and they way he is growing now.. It starts when a mother is awaiting her son's birth and ends as the son starts growing up..**** My transcendental connection Who grew ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on February 12,2008
 I saw the moon shining like a golden platter How I wished that it was really so… When we beg, gold dusts would drop like rain drops Covering our earth, the green of which is vanishing fast Behind smoke screens and skyscrapers. When the sun rises in the morning it looks like a ball ... [full story]
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