White Nothing happens as it is heard in the world Man dies in the end that's all. All the hopes get fulfilled in the dreams, Dreams are dreams that's all. My innocence has snatched away all my I's My mother used to say men are men that's all... ~bhakta ©BP Bagh

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White "This carefree heart was never like this before, As if letters have found a new address to go. Empty roads, we close our eyes and somehow reach somewhere, aimlessly." These lines capture a sense of peaceful detachment, as if the heart has taken a new turn. ©BP Bagh

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White when we are gone , I know, the crowd won't go alone but, Someone will remember us, search for our name, where will we be? Forgotten in flames. Our stories will weep after we're gone, Some tears will accompany us alone. The tales of our pain will be unfold, Our memories will gather us young and old. "After us, our smiles remain, Some eyes will die for that, in pain. Someone will recall our love, our laughter free, Our dreams that once danced wild and carefree. Our memories will warm the hearts of stone, Our names etched in time, forever known. Our songs will whisper secrets untold, Tears for us will fall like autumn's cold. The stories of our hearts will be shared, Our memories will forever be spared." "When we're gone, our tales will unfold, Eyes will seek us, but we'll be lost in time's hold. What fate awaits when we're no more? This world, too, will fade like fleeting shore. Our memories will linger, a ghostly refrain, Echoes of love, laughter, and joyous pain. Our names etched in time, a legacy remains, A bittersweet reminder of life's fleeting stains. Our songs will whisper secrets of the heart, Tears will fall like fall's leaves, a sorrowful start. Our stories will live on, a testament to our past, A nostalgic glance at love that will forever last." "After us, our hopes will be told, Eyes will search, but our footsteps will grow cold. When we're gone, what will always remain? This world will move on, leaving love and pain. Still our memories will warm some hearts of stone, Our creams and laughter will forever be hard and seen. Our names will shine like stars in the night, Guiding lights on life's journey, as the least way of delight. ©BP Bagh

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White ନିଶ୍ଚଳ ଏଇ ରାତିରେ କେଉଁଠୁ ଶୁଭିଲା ଏତେ ତୀବ୍ର ଚିତ୍କାର, କିଏ ଜଣେ ନୀରବ ହେଇଗଲା କି ତମ ବିଛଣା ପାଖରେ ବସି ? କେମିତିଆ ତୁମେ ?? କେତେବେଳେ କୋଉଠି ନିଜକୁ ହଜେଇ , ଖୋଜୁଚ ଖାଲି ଆଦେଖା ଅଗଣା ଭିତରେ । ଘନ ଅନ୍ଧାର ମାଡି ଆସୁଛି ,ଚାଲ ଶୀଘ୍ର ଚାଲ ତୁମେ ମତେ ଖୋଜ , ମୁଁ ତୁମକୁ ଖୋଜେ କିଏ ତ ରହି ଯାଇଛି କେଉଁଠି ସେ ଦୂର ଅଧା ବାଟରେ । ଏହି ଅସୀମ ରାତିରେ, ସୀମିତ ଆଭାସ ଭିତରେ, ମୁଁ ଖୋଜୁଛି ସେଇ କେତେ ଭୁଲା ଅଭୁଲା ପାଦଚିଂହ। ତାରାମଣ୍ଡଳ ଉପରେ, ସ୍ଵପ୍ନ ଭଳି, ଭୁଲିଗଲା କାହାଣୀ ବର୍ଣ୍ଣନା କରୁଛି, ରାସ୍ତାର ଶୂନ୍ୟସ୍ଥାନ ପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣ କରୁଚି ଚନ୍ଦ୍ରର କିରଣ। ପବନ ତୁମର ସେ ଅଭୁଲା ବାସ୍ନା ନେଇ ଆସୁଛି, ସେଠି ମୋ ହୃଦୟ ଗଞ୍ଜିତ ହେଉଛି, ମୋତେ ସେଉଁଠି ତୁମେ ଥିଲେ। କିନ୍ତୁ ବର୍ତ୍ତମାନ, କେବଳ ନୀରବତା ତଳେ, ଏକ ଅନ୍ଧକାର ତଳଆଉ କିଛି ନାହିଁ। କିନ୍ତୁ ମୋର ହୃଦୟ ପ୍ରତିକ୍ଷା କରେ, ଏହି ଅନ୍ଧକାରରେ ଆପଣ ଚାଲିବେ। ଯଦି ସକାଳ ଆସିବ, ଆପଣ ଓ ମୁଁ, ଆମେ ସେହି ଦିନ ଏକାସাথে ଆଲୋକରେ ଅବତରଣ କରିବା। ଏହି ଅନ୍ଧାର ପଥରେ, ମୁଁ ତୁମକୁ ଖୋଜୁଛି, ଓ ତୁମେ ମୋତେ, ସେହି ଅନ୍ଧକାର ରେ ଖୋଜୁ। ©BP Bagh

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Living in the light, I hear the gasping of the night, But who grants her, without pleas in her sight?? I leave my room and bring me naked out, make a round of the graveyard. I hear the whispering of the silence, wondering why the moonlit zaphyr feel so desolated As if within me many orphan nights were dying out. In the lonely streets, forgotten hopes are threaded , Beneath the clouds, frosts are likely spreaded. The buildings are asleep, yet I remain, I,the wanderer lost in this darkness again. The maiden night bathes in the empty lanes, The falling snows fill her veins, The breeze, the darling,paves her way, To my lonely heart her eyes softly say. Every foot, I take, the silence feels new, The loom of darkness unfolds in shades of blue, No need for dawn, no call for light, I roam, as a soul dearest to the night. In every corner of this yard, secrets of pain and fear lie, Bringing the sobbing and silent reply, I wander lonely, with heart unbound, In night’s embrace, my soul is found. ©BP Bagh

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White ଏମିତି ନୁହେଁ ଯେ ଆଭାସ ତୋ ବୁଝି ପାରେନା , ବୁଝି ପାରେ ହେଲେ ସବୁ କିଛି ବୁଝି ପାରେନା । ବହୁଥିବା ତୋର ଅଶାନ୍ତ ମନର ତରଙ୍ଗ ତ ବୁଝି ଯାଏ , ଆଖି ତୋର ପୂରା ଶାନ୍ତ ସରୋବର ବୁଝି ପାରେନା । କେତେବେଳେ କେବେ ମନ ମୋର ଖୋଜି ପାଏନା , କେତେବେଳେ କେବେ ମନ ତୋର ବୁଝି ପାରେନା । ରହି ଯାଏ କେବେ ସବୁକିଛି ବୁଝା ବାହାରେ , ସବୁ ବୁଝି କେବେ, କିଛି ବି ତ ବୁଝି ପାରେନା । ସବୁ କଥା ତୋର ଶୁଣୁ ଶୁଣୁ କେବେ, ରହିଯାଏ କେତେ ଅକୁହା, ଓଠ କୁହା ଯେତେ କବିତାରେ ଲେଖେ, ଆଖି କୁହା ବୁଝି ପାରେନା। ଅଚଲା ସଡ଼କେ ଗଡ଼ିଚାଲୁଥିବା , ଏଇ ତ ମୋର ଜୀବନୀ ମଞ୍ଚ ପଛର ଅଭିନେତା ମୁଁ, ତୁମେ ହିଁ ମୋର କାହାଣୀ । ~ଭକ୍ତ ©BP Bagh

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