My Daily Routine (Kamalesh Roy )

*** When the roof and the clouds face ........  Clouds when we talk about this night and day.  Am I writing about you like this?  On the wrong roof, on the pretext of handcuffs.  I put my body around the air.  I see life on the wings, how many colors around.  Between day and night, there are some conditions.  In the afternoon there is some water around the hands.  The signal fell on his face like the sun.  Clouds speak, I speak.  As much as there is talk.  What do you mean by roof!  I will say before that  How is my roof?  You also say I will listen  Let's talk about the roof, as life seeks.  My roof is covered with books, water is falling on all fours  My roof taught love, invisible in gestures.  At the end of my roof, waiting for me!  My roof goes through the conch shell in the hands of the family.  My roof writes stories, combining new-old.  My roof teaches me to live ...

*** Maybe ........  Love is not something that is seen with the naked eye.  Love is a feeling.  This  There is no limit to feelings.  Mutual distance never  Can't hold back love.  If you can feel each other  Love is always with.  Love means this after nine hours  You have to talk for hours.  Love ...?  When two people on two ends at the same time  Maybe that's what the two of them are thinking about  Love.  Love means nine thousand sweets  Spending the night with a bag of words.  Love ...?  Once before going to bed every night  Imagine the image  This is how the man sees him.  Maybe  That is love.  Love does not mean this without you  I will not live.  Love ...?  Surviving for him even at the last moment  To fight  Maybe that's it  Love.  Love doesn't mean you don't  I can't see.  Love ...?  Feeling he has a side...

*** Q&A start waiting.  .  .  I thought I would tell a handful of simple truths  His own words did not settle.  I thought I would find a place in such a complex hole!  I didn't walk that far.  That's all you have to do, the rest is up to you.  I thought I would make a bet by understanding the wind.  No claim, what to give?  I wanted to play, if not give him a chance.  Now the damp shelf also wants to get wet again.  I saw a distant mountain spring.  I thought he would not be carried away.  Now all of a sudden that way again.  In fact, the cruelty of the stone is a curse.  Circles where determined, excuses do not work

*** Unmasked message .....  Too much to love  I want you ..  Missed too much  I do it to you  Once a day  Although  I want to say  Love  Love for her .........  ........ who knows how to love  The mind can be given to him .........  ........ who knows how to feel  Trust him .........  ........ who knows how to keep  And love him .........  ........ who knows how to give love  This distance of yours and mine will never be crossed in countless lives;  This distance of the distance is better than the distance!  Be good ..................

*** If I think I'm characterless .......  Wash me, wipe me  If I ever get old.  Dry in the sun,  If I get very wet in the rain.  Rinse in water, if you see  One day I cried a lot on my body.  If you don't know the identity, then publicly,  Give the land deep in the heart.  Wash me off  If you ever feel unclean.  Not boyfriend, that day  People think and forgive.  If you can, pick it up.  If you look, the situation is very miserable.  Grants are not given or given openly,  Leave it in one corner of the yard.  Wash me off  If ever it seems cloudy.  Get it cleaned up.  If I mix it with cheap dal-rice.  Delete the area, if you see  The water of Barovat has fallen on his face.  Dakshinya na'iba publicly!  Promise.

*** Exactly what is wanted!  If the sky is the limit, be blue!  If the river says face to face, it does not want to be transparent.  With intense sarcasm, if the afternoon sun is weak!  Before dusk;  Will I still be silent?  I don't want a procession to come out in compromise.  If Pradeep's chest doesn't comply, anonymous thread twist.  If the mother's hem returns the promise of a towel;  If the refusal of the beloved crushes the twenty-year-old diary!  Will I still be silent?  I don't want to feel the need to answer.  If the blockade of the air returns the oxygen with a loud noise, if the rock melts and soaks the plane like insane ice, if the fire fails even after neglect, to burn it all away!  Will I still be silent?  What I want is to stop the absurdity of excuses.  In response to the call of creation, if time loses the last sign of civilization, if humanity falls short of man!  And seeing tha...

*** From the heart .......!?  How much will it take me to burn?  How much will you keep collecting?  What a grammar,  Say, you can give up everything for me.  I was in search of that piece.  Can you tell me what else to do?  Yet, writing is like a curse  Who will take care of everything for me?  Strict guard on the injured hand, even today  My day is over, on Boishakh.  If you only knew what the mind saw  Before the lips to see the eyes.