My Daily Routine (Kamalesh Roy )

*** Just like me ............  The desires are no longer desires.  Hearing the threat, he sobbed and calmed down.  It stays pretty good in the dark.  Dreams are living corpses,  As if there is no shame, in any other way.  The pains are that twisted couture,  Which will never be straight again.  Just stains!  Forty-two-forty-three numbers are all in the wrong book!  Think one time!  My.  .  .  Was I supposed to be human?  Or, I understand there was a compromise!  The happy ones bite, caress that  There is no sharp time to tear and eat.  Calling from sleep takes away the responsibility of the stomach.  The button of the shirt is torn and goes into the pocket of another.  The fights are lying on the shoe nails  It has been printed nowadays.  In the disease of survival -  I will still break like a mirror many times.  Lanto will show all body, mind, character.  The whims are on Divya's eyes  Do not speak while alive. *** ঠিক আমার মতো............ ইচ্ছেগুলো আর ইচ্ছে নেই।  শাসা

*** This is what is happening now ...............  Sitting in the night, very close  I stand helpless.  I don't know how much, if I get a place  The rest will be settled by peace.  I stop before I say,  The storm went up in his house.  Still the sky, keep in mind.  I get wet with a high fever.  Who understands?  Where the pain!  What is so broken rhythm.  If there is a color like fire,  There was a burning smell in my eyes.  The happiness of being silent endures.  Illness teaches waking up at night.  When you return, in the light of dawn,  Applying paint on dry face.  The sun rises, eye to eye.  Sweat sucks the hand fan.  Patience commands me,  Lying on the ground.  Spend the day in search of the day.  I still hope so.  Find the two hands with the other hand,  Fist to love |*** এমনটাই হচ্ছে এখন............... রাত ঢুকে বসে, খুব কাছে আমি অসহায় দাঁড়িয়ে থাকি। জানি না কতটা, জায়গা পেলে শান্তি মেটাবে ধার-বাকি। বলার আগেই থেমে যাই, ঝড় উঠে যায় নিজের ঘরে। তবু আকাশ, মাথায় রা

*** Word thief .......................  The evening comes quietly, like a sudden dawn,  Dusty dictionary, touch 'word thief',  Leaning under the weight of dew, wants to see the sky ...  It is the responsibility of the people to recognize the words,  Rust across the alpine, yet the thorns around the compass, the deep path of the table, the light of twilight scattering in search of the deep release of color,  Let's sit in the dark today and wash away the longing of death in the crowd of last words .......  Takes me to the dictionary of your dictionary ||

  জীবনে অনেক জিনিস পেয়েও হারাতে হয়।কিছু কিছু জিনিস আমাদের জীবন থেকে হারিয়ে যায়।হারানোর বেদনা অনেক থাকে কিন্তু আমাদের নিস্তব্দ থাকতে হয়।বেথা বুকে নিয়ে জীবন চলতে হয়।যে হারিয়েছে সেই বুঝতে পারে কষ্টটা কত হয়। We have to lose a lot of things in life. Some things are lost from our lives. There is a lot of pain of losing but we have to remain silent. We have to live with pain in our chests.