Thirst for achievement increased Resulting in speed of finding the right track . Failed bunch of times And then stepped back . Consoled, “You are in desert and the thirst is just leading you to a mirage.. There’s nothing which is giving at least half of the efforts back”
Ignoring the thirst, was leaving the desert.. A strong wind blew After that all I knew, It wasn’t a desert, just my eyes were caged with sand.
Closed the eyes and opened back. Saw, there’s no mirage.. Just the lake of my achievement is far But I’m still on the right track.
A gift to be always grateful for is ‘Life’.. Feel blessed..even in this cruel times, you are still alive. Yes you are tired! You are stressed! You are confused in figuring out the best! But look a while…after all these, still you have a shelter where the tired you can rest.
You are stuck, You are bored, You are left with many places unexplored! But look a while..after all these,at least two meals for yourself, still you can afford.
Slow down for a minute,look back places where we can’t even imagine surviving a day. Look at those lil kids, who wanna study but can’t Look at those women who want sanitation, do job and dress up, but can’t Look at those men who wanna drive private cars to their office but can’t! Look at those aged ones who deserves proper medication but can’t! That’s the time, When privilege hits me and you on the face and make us realize, how prerogative our life is.
Life is tough But a blessing. Life’s irrational at times But having one is a bliss. Life takes tests But, rewards us with our deserving bests.
Life’s easy to give up.. But exploring it is inestimable! Ups and downs keeps us alive.. Or else , You’re simply alive..without a life!
Out of the shell, comes a small beak peeping Followed by two marble like eyes and a body like cotton ball Staring at someone who has exactly features like her but in a bigger form She grows with her happiness and keeps chirping The family looks up to hear it always, they crave for it.
But as she grows, her chirps and flights begin limiting itself, Just because some toxic vultures not chirp but screams louder noticing her successful flights! The bird still chirps… But, puts a rock on it sometimes when she knows her chirping will stay unheard ‘cuz of the loud screamers
Hey bird, it’s a tough world and has lot of judgemental vultures too But also, since it’s a tough world, there’s a lot of whooper swans, who flys non stop! Who are there to let you chirp, to let you fly, to let you smile and to be yours when you cry!
You fly! You discover! Discover yourself and discover the world, spread the goodness you’ve conquered . Your family’s backing you, all rest beautiful birds in the world too, despite being him or her or anyone.
There’s many who wanted to chirp and fly but weren’t strong enough to gather courage Please Be their strength and just take off!!
For the sake of keeping every being first Don’t let the dreams you looked for yourself with your people be the last. Please bird take off – don’t getlost
Hey guys! I would love to welcome and introduce someone special to my blog. A very fantastic writer, poet and a very humble person! He’s known to you all as DiosRaw as this is what his blog is named. Well, I would love to call him by his name, very talented Amber ✨!!
I’m glad that I got a chance to create something in collaboration with him.. it’s a poem that came out of the collaboration, which talks about Hope… how we survive through times of turbulence, of what we hold onto to keep on living. Here’s the poem for you all :
✨THE FRAGRENCE OF HOPE✨
Hope purches in the soul; your persistent presence sometimes faint and yet other times articulate.
Giving setbacks it recoils your strength and retaliates with double force; making you believe hope exists and doesn’t let you regret.
The fragrant tune cannot die down, for the smell lingers on past victories and future projections.
Moving like a swaying flower on a windy day, thinking the future will always be happier if we hold on today’s turbulences with affection.
Not desiring to relinquish hope, tie it to a rope and tow it to safe shores through the gaping cracks in the pavement of your existence.
Let the yacht of hope sail on the safe shores, high tides of outer expectations will keep hitting, ending up with bowed down heads; that’ll be the award of your persistence.
A river rushing, pulled by the current for too long, the Soul is the stillness emanating ripples of wafting belief in tomorrow.
The stone pelting of judgement and hopelessness might distort the ripple in a blow, but the soul along with hope spread their arms to protect it from any such scenario.
Whispering through the disbelief and stampede of monotonous blows, the voice echos through the birth canal of potential.. -“Hold on to it! Hold on to your strength! Look straight.. the tides are getting scattered after hitting you, and you are standing, laughing at their fate!”
Hope is the remotest to ever depart, where situated the beacon of hope, there is survival.
Link to the very creative and fantastic blog of Amber – DiosRaw 👇
Should I just believe what you say? Or should I think myself and then believe? Will you call it me doubting you? Or you’ll understand even I have a reason for rethinking too?
I trust you blindly ‘Cause I know, you complete me. When incomplete me is in dilemma, You solve it such a way, as if it wasn’t serious, but just a comedy drama.
Sometimes all the problems just vanishes out if I follow what you say, Also, sometimes I hear it’ll mess up if I follow what YOU say.
But I believe strongly What you say is exactly what I feel. Sometimes you’re an emotional fool and me rational, But, even then, your decisions are the reason of my zeal.
We both contradict each other but we both together make the statements, which portrays how as a whole am I to be defined. I complement your thoughts and contradict too, ‘Cause I know, you can’t be wrong even if sometimes I do.
That’s a lil confession to you from me, with whom you are intertwined. It’s for you my “Heart” , …With love, your “Mind”….
The Pearl like droplets Sitting like a poised queen At the top of a waving leaf As if it’s her royal palanquin.
Lifting the eyes, saw the fort like tall trees.. Dancing on wind beats. Leaves clapping for the joy of being able to sway freely.. Feeling they’re planes without any wings.
The cottony clouds running all around the whole endless property up there, Like kids running from home to field after mom said, “alright you can go out and play dear.”
The sun again is now sprinkling some rays from above hiding behind the cotton balls, And the beautiful petrichor reaching the nose from below clearing all the dirt after rain fell like Niagra falls .
But not to forget, nature’s showing us this beauty.. Just because we witnessed the scary storm few minutes ago, And at the same time enjoyed the bliss of rain that calmed the boiling heat that was accompanying us.. wherever we go.
It’s the same with our times, Let’s face the storm of life and at the same time enjoy the bliss of teaching that it teaches. The Sun is again getting ready to peep out of the clouds, Be patient and practical untill it reaches .. ❤️
কে না চেনে তোমায়? তোমার অবদান যে সর্বত্র! তোমায় সঙ্গী করে যে আমাদের বড়ো রা বেড়ে উঠলো.. আজ আমরাও বেড়ে চলেছি ….
তোমার এক পায়ে দাঁড়িয়ে,তাল গাছ ছাড়িয়ে পড়তে পড়তে , আমরা হামাগুড়ি থেকে নিজের পায়ে হাঁটতে শিখলাম। রবিবার সে কেনো মগো এমন দেরি করে জিজ্ঞেস করতে করতেই , রবিবার যে স্কুল ছুটি থাকে তার অভিজ্ঞতা পেতে শুরু করলাম। কুমুর পাড়ার গরুর গাড়িতে যে কলসি হাড়ি বোঝাই করা, তা জানতে জানতে নিজেরা দৌড়ে হাটে গিয়ে জিনিসের বায়না করতে শিখে গেলাম! তোমার লেখা বীর পুরুষের মত কবিতা পড়তে পড়তে কবে যেনো গল্পগুচ্ছের মত মোটা গল্পের বই পড়ে ফেললাম… একটু একটু করে গীতাঞ্জলিও…
এখনো প্রায় কিছুই পড়িনি যে! এখনো তোমার অনেক দিক যে আমার পড়া বাকি, আমি যে মাত্র সতেরো..
ছোটো বেলায় শাড়ি পড়ে, আমরা সবাই রাজা নাচতে নাচতে , শীতের হাওয়ায় লাগলো নাচন এ গলা মেলাতে মেলাতে .. আজ যে তোমার প্রায় কত গান অবলিয়ায় মুখস্ত তা ভাবতে বেশ মজা লাগে, এখনো যে প্রায় সব – ই শোনা বাকি, এ তো মাত্র হাতে গোনা কিছু, তোমার যে অসীম সীমানা ।
তুমি আমাদের বেড়ে ওঠার অন্যতম অবিচ্ছেদ্য অঙ্গ, তোমার এক এক লেখা আমাদের এক এক মনোভাবের সুর ও ছন্দ। তুমি আমাদের সংকট থেকে পরিত্রাণের পথ, তুমি বাঙালির তো বটেই, বিশ্বের গর্বের সম্পদ।
এশিয়ার প্রথম নোবেল জয়ী সাহিত্যিক তুমি সে মনীষী, তুমি বাঙালির অহংকার: লেখক,নাট্যকার, কবি ও চিত্রশিল্পী।
তুমি যে মোদের সম্মান, তুমি অহংকার, তুমিই মোদের আবেগ, সাহিত্যের অন্যতম বটগাছ।
তুমি হে কবিগুরু লহ মোদের প্রণাম ।।
আজকের এই বিশেষ দিনে একটা বাংলা কবিতা কবিগুরুকে উৎসর্গ করে না লিখে পারলামনা…
আজ যে ২৫শে বৈশাখ…
বিশ্বকবি রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুরের ১৬০তম জন্মজয়ন্তী ।।
A tribute to “Kobiguru Rabindranath Tagore” on his 160th Birth Anniversary..
• First Asian to win a Nobel Prize in Literature
• The person who has written the National anthem of two Countries : India and Bangladesh
• The person who can’t be described by anyone of us, as we don’t have that audacity to introduce HIM! his contribution to the world of literature is idolized worldwide..
All we can do is cherish his work lifetime and seek his Blessing on us forever.
Are you ‘the’ one I dreamt of? Or the one I fear the most? You’re the one who makes my future happy, right?? Or the one, I shouldn’t pamper and keep out of sight?
I heard, You provide wings…to fly higher. And also heard, facing a lil storm leaves you fully shattered?
You know, I saw the happy face of yours, And the sad too, But I’m confused.. Are you the happiest when I am not? And the saddest, when happiness surrounds me too?
Some says I must have you in life Some says, no one should ever have someone like you, Whom should I listen to? Should I hold you tight or shall I bid a bye? Or keep you like a classmate, who exists, but our chat is just always a bye and a hi?
I choose to be your classmate, Who do exist,never ignores, but doesn’t attend all invitations. The one, who just texts “Sorry to hear” in sorrow and in your success a “Congratulations” Shake hand my classmate, MyDearExpectations
Thanks a lot for giving a part of your valuable time to the writing by reading it 🙏❤️ hope you guys liked it, drop a like if you did 😊. Do share your thoughts and feedbacks in the comments.. let’s connect.
Incomplete.. Yes I am, And so are you, And everyone else..whom you never knew.
You just plan the life. But it goes to what point you can strive. And that’s why it’s called a game, The more levels we cross, we love getting the fame. All of us are the same,yet are all different, As in the exam of life, “All questions are same” — is NOT what they meant.
Incomplete you doesn’t mean you are weak, Incompleteness makes you eager to level up…. don’t weep. Completion of yours don’t always need another soul, Your work and heart completes you even if no single soul passes by their own.
Some completes themselves Some completes each other, It’s not being dependent It’s finding yourself and growing together…
P.S, Hey amazing people!! Hope you all are doing great and are being safe. This was a new piece on AhiriCreates .. created with an incomplete mind, without any complete idea of where this piece is gonna end. Drop a like if you liked it and let share your feedbacks and views… complete or incomplete with in the comments.. as creativity completes us ❤️
Tip tap.. tip tap.. Is anyone coming here? “Look, the grasses moved!” – panicked the lil girl , I said, “Relax, it’s the swirling wind.. nothing to fear“. “Nothing to fear” said I,looking at her,by just locating her silver ribbons.. In the complete dark.
“But the grasses moved ‘cos of a footstep!“, She said, defending her statement. “Ah! You’re imagining that” I said (though fake) but being confident. Deep in the woods are we two, For a long desired campaign we wanted to do.. ‘A jungle night! To explore, reside and more’.
My digital watch glowed up.. it’s 01:01..at night. “Don’t fear! Let’s look for a cleaner place to sleep” I said, patting her shoulder.
” Switch the mobile flash di..it’s dark “.. -“Ah Yes,let me ” – said I . “Leave flash! the mobile itself isn’t opening..it’s dead ” – I said.. frustrated. It was a campaign..so we were prepped With a red torch, and three white candles..all backpacked.
The darkness increased, swirling of winds rushing by the ears .. With zero visibility all I can do was, locating her by the silver ribbons and let her not fear.
..Can’t find the torch, made the candles our source of light..
“Is someone else also camping here?” questioned she.. I questioned back, “Well I don’t think, but why?” “Then who was that Lil kid waving me,right from there?” – she pointed..but darkness restricted me to see..where.
Her words made me curious.. My heart gave me a thought, “Let’s see if someone’s there.. especially any family.. we’ll make a group camp without any fear” . After finalizing the direction from her, I moved ahead looking for human.. She accompanied me.
Was chatting with her and walking..me at front,she behind me. The wind rushing speedier…. night’s getting darker,and candles, candles blew off! Suddenly, heard her voice at my distant left “Hey di, look who’s here! “ It amused me when she went to my distant left and had met someone, whereas a millisecond ago, she was talking to me from behind.
Well, I followed her voice, walked nearer locating her silver ribbons. Could hear her, but she wasn’t there!
That’s the first time I was petrified that night! Rushed back to my last standing point..she wasn’t standing there! Then to the sitting place, She was alone searching for the torch in the bag right there. I questioned, “Why you left my back during walk and went to left? And now here?”
She laughed, “What a joke di! You went alone, I was the whole time only sitting here”
…And, shivers went down my spine.. ‘cos I did saw her there…