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Love Gets Love

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"Respect"

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"Mental anguish"

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"Respect"

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Love Gets Love

My new poem 'Love Gets Loves' is out on Patreon!

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“Money is not everything” — as easy as it is to say, it is as difficult to accept in reality. In this society, the existence of a person without money is not recognized…!

The voice of a person who does not have money is not heard, his sorrows and pains are not felt. When a person becomes worthless, not only his needs are unfulfilled—at the same time, society throws sharp words of neglect, contempt and humiliation at him.

Without money—

You will not be able to buy a single drop of medicine,

You will not be able to put a single smile on your child’s face,

You will not be able to get your parents treated in their last years.

The truth is cruel—many parents leave this world without treatment just because they are poor. Many children break down and stop, unable to reach their dreams, simply due to lack of money.

Without money—

No matter how well you behave, no one will value you. No matter how much you want to maintain the relationship, at some point the relationship will also leave you.

This society only considers you as its own when you have something in your hands. And if you don't? Then you are just a 'burden' in their eyes.

Without money—

Or love cannot be bought, but it takes money to keep the person you love by your side. Without money, everyone moves away with time…

Because this society only dreams,

No one takes responsibility for fulfilling their dreams.

If someone thinks that some people only chase money—then they don't understand that those who chase money know how deep the pain of poverty is, they know how much pain one has to endure to put a smile on the face of a child, they know how much one has to fight to maintain one's existence at every moment of life.

Is money everything? No, maybe not.

But money is the foundation on which life, responsibilities, relationships, dreams and self-respect stand. Those who say that money cannot buy happiness should understand—even if happiness cannot be bought, the path to living happily is paved with money.

And the most important thing is that money is also needed to get two meals a day.

So don't think of life as small. Don't hate money—develop the mentality of earning honestly. Along with intelligence, behavior, and love, money is also needed—

Because life doesn't just run on emotions, it runs on the ability to fulfill needs. And that ability is called "money".

Touching doesn't get you...

Everything can be touched, but does everything become yours?

You dream about many things, but how many dreams are fulfilled?

Getting doesn't just mean getting.

Getting means—keeping it close,

taking care of it, valuing every moment,

and most importantly—not letting it go.

If everything were so easy to get,

then what would be the point of suffering, love, waiting?

Love, bond, relationship—all are worthwhile only when,

even after getting it, we don't let it go.

❝If people could do everything for their own good, they would forget their sorrows first.❞

Isn't it strange? We chase happiness, we want our own good, yet we carry sorrows with us constantly. Maybe even though everything is in our hands, some feelings are beyond our control. Because people are bound not only by reason, but also by feelings.

Forgetting sorrows seems as easy as it seems, in reality it is as deep. But still, let's move forward—because the beauty of life is not only in happiness, but also in the lessons hidden in sorrows.

Shampa..... ✍️

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One day your busyness will also go to leisure. Hundreds of neglects will also be transformed into love and affection. This is the day after day you leave waiting, in neglect - one day your time will definitely pass in leisure.

People spend their precious time behind the one they love. What is left in neglect, carelessness, has no pity for people. One day you will also get time. Only for me you have not had any time.

How many excuses, how many pretexts you avoid me. It is not that I do not understand. I can understand, I have become unbearable! Doesn't it hurt if a person does not talk to the one they cannot live without for a moment? Doesn't it make you suffocate? Doesn't it make you feel sad?

But look, you are perfectly normal without talking day after day. Yet I am twisting inside! People may not always be able to see eye to eye, but can they stay without talking?

I feel very sad, I feel sorry for myself!

Where is the good in love? You have given so many definitions of love. Even if you take everything for yourself, you only keep me in the opposite.

One day your busyness will also end. The love that has run out due to your disinterest, that love will never be refreshed! If you say “I love you” by destroying the feelings, then what will I do with that love? When you love, there is communication, we talk regularly, meet, and are proud. But look, nothing happens to us these days!

I came on your path. I wanted to walk together, foot by foot. To be your shadow in storms, strong currents, and intense sun. Where will you keep me by your side?

With all the sorrows of life, I have also asked for your share of sorrow. It is possible to live alone, but how can I walk alone on the path? I thought of you as a companion on the path. But look, how lonely a traveler I am on your path!

When I take one step forward on this path, you take another step back. Your path, yet you do not walk on this path. Seeing me, you have narrowed this path.

I also wanted to live.

But in love, people wish for their own death! I live for you, I have come for you. But you are not for me, on my path.

You have loved for love.

I have loved, according to the rules. Love does not happen in irregularities. You have never come forward on this path with me, for me. I have waited, how disappointed I was by the terrible neglect, I have tasted love by sitting in uncertain waiting! But even when you were near me, you did not touch me.

I came on your path.

You did not accept. I thought that loving you would at least allow me to live for a few days. But you yourself made it clear that no one could live well by loving – no one was good by loving!

Pride is a strange thing!

Some understand the language of pride, while others avoid it or cannot understand it at all.

How many people have the desire to find the cause of pride and break that pride? How many people leave it unattended by imprisoning pride with their ego.

You need to have both the ability and the desire to break pride. Pride in a relationship comes exactly when love and time are reduced. As pride accumulates, after a while it turns into accusations.

Pride increases in illusion, love increases, and tension increases. However, if pride is not broken, the distance only increases! As the distance increases, the two become so separated that when they go so far away, they no longer have any feelings for anyone in their hearts!

Times change, and the form of pride also changes. A person who keeps pride in his heart, suffers silently!

Shampa..... ✍️

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The sun is overhead, daylight is spreading outside. The city noise is less in this direction, but the occasional sound of cars can be heard. Ratul crossed the dusty road and stood in front of his warehouse. Two men were guarding the gate, and they stood aside when they saw Ratul.

As soon as he entered, a strange smell hit his nose—a mixed smell of blood, sweat, and damp air. The light was low, but sunlight filtered through the window and illuminated part of the floor.

In front of him was the man who had gone to beat Chaiti. He was sitting on a wooden chair with his hands and feet tied. His head was bowed, his hair was messy, and there were bruises all over his body.

Ratul walked forward slowly. He pulled a chair that had been placed aside and sat down. He said coldly, "How are you?"

The man didn't look up, perhaps he was afraid to speak.

Ratul narrowed his eyes, then said, "You don't have much time, do you understand?"

The man didn't say anything, just kept his head down. It was hard to tell if his body was shaking or not.

Ratul was silent for a moment, then said coldly, "Are you scared? Okay, you should be scared. But if you're scared, the job will be over. My patience is limited."

He stood up and started walking to one side. The air inside the warehouse was heavy, as if the surrounding walls were also feeling the tension.

"Who is your instructor?"

The man raised his face tremblingly now. His lips were dry, his eyes a helpless look.

"I... I don't know anything..."

Ratul smiled crookedly. "Wrong answer."

He pulled up a chair and sat down again. There was no emotion in his eyes, he was just looking at the man with deep attention. Then he said in a low voice, "Why did you attack Chaiti? What was your purpose?"

The man tried to open his mouth, but swallowed the words as he tried to speak.

Ratul now started tapping his fingers on the chair's handle. "I can get you out of here if I want. But first I have to tell you the truth."

The man looked around once and started thinking about something. Maybe he was looking for a way to escape.

Ratul now said in a slow voice, "There are two ways open to you. One, tell the truth and I will think about you. Two, keep quiet, and I will take action myself."

The man now cleared his throat and said, "Let me... leave me... I... I am telling you..."

Ratul became completely still. His eyes became sharp.

"Tell me."

The man looked at Ratul with terrified eyes and whispered,

"You told me not to scare you, to kill you!"

Ratul's jaw tightened. A kind of restlessness burned deep in his eyes. He slowly walked up to the man and stood in front of him.

"Who told you?"

The man's throat was dry but he spoke the truth out of fear, "Delwar Khandaker!"

Ratul's face did not show the slightest surprise. As if he knew something like this would happen. He said coldly,

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm not lying!" The man started trembling with fear, "He gave me money to finish Chaiti off! I was just looking for an opportunity..."

Ratul now pulled a light, mocking smile on his face and said,

"Then you have no chance of survival either."

The man's eyes widened, he shook his head in panic, "No, no, please! Leave me alone! I will never..."

Ratul looked at the people standing behind. He remained still for a moment, then shook his head silently,

Ratul broke the silence of the warehouse and came out in a flash. Thousands of thoughts in his head, a fixed goal in his eyes. He walked towards the car in one word. Crossing the dark road, the daylight was also getting blurry, Ratul quickly drove the car and set off towards Chaiti.

Chaiti was lying on the bed, feverish. His eyes were dark with intense physical pain, and the wound on his hand was severe. Blood stains were spreading over his body one by one. His breathing was very heavy, as if every moment was tiring him more and more. However, there was a strange silence in his eyes, as if at this moment the pain in his body had become silent, only waiting for Ratul to come.

Ratul slowly pulled a chair and sat next to Chaiti, looked deeply into her eyes and said, “Chaiti, has your fever decreased?”

Chaiti’s eyes sparkled a little, then she looked at Ratul. Their eyes met, and time stopped for a moment. Chaiti was silent for a moment, then said with a light smile, “I’m fine.”

Nothing could be heard in the silent room except the sound of their breathing. Only time seemed to pass by one by one, filled with an extra sense of peace.

Breaking the silence, Ratul said in a slow voice, “Chaiti, I love you from my heart. You are such a love of mine that I can feel even without touching you. But alas, you did not understand my love.”

Chaiti remained silent for a while, there was something deep in her eyes, then replied in a slow voice, “Before I touched you, hundreds of women touched you. Even if I wanted to accept it, I could not.”

Ratul did not find any pain in her answer, only an extremely accustomed smile appeared on his face. Then, pausing for a moment, he said in an emotional voice, “Everyone wants to touch you, but I either cannot touch you or not. You are a fragment of the moon in the sky of my mind. And the light of that moon illuminates my mind surrounded by a dark hole.”

Chaiti looked at him in a bit of surprise. There was some disbelief in his eyes, some extreme reality, some anger, but there was a strange peace in it, as if Ratul's words had touched his mind without him knowing.

Ratul stared at her for a moment, then slowly turned back. There was no sign of pain in his eyes at that time, but rather a kind of stillness, which created a strange feeling for Chaiti.

At such a moment, the conflicting love between them began to be felt. On one side was Chaiti's fragile mind, which could never grasp any emotion, and on the other side was Ratul's deep love, which, even though it could not touch her, wanted to shed a silent light in the darkness of her mind.

Shampa..... ✍️

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The saddest person in the world is the one who keeps hurting her even before she comes to the earth. Even after birth, she is busy raising her child. No one can ever repay her mother's debt.

A mother is the one who works hard and sacrifices her own happiness just by looking at her child's face. Year after year, she raises her child in her own way.

She gives her child her favorite food without eating it herself. A mother's love will be defeated by all the compassion in the world. She mixes her dreams with the earth to keep her child alive. We grow up sucking the blood and flesh of our mother. But then??

A mother looks at her child and sees that this boy is only human.

How many dreams she had about the boy. One day, this boy will decorate her world anew.

The moon in the distant sky rises for everyone. In some people's sky, the full moon is hidden behind clouds. And in some people's sky, the world smiles in the light of the sun.

Every boy is born in his mother's lap like the moon. But not all mothers who give birth to sons get care for their children. The child hides the light of the sun behind the clouds. And the new moon night descends on the mother's world.

Yet one day this mother showed him the world. She is a mother. She does not curse the one she gives birth to. We change, but the mother does not change. And some sons become the moon in the open sky and illuminate the mother's world. The mother then dreams of living. Every mother wants her children to be on the right path. She gives up her own dreams and raises her children not to make them criminals of the society. We forget the mother's teachings.

Whoever does not have a mother in the world understands how cruel her world is. She feels what life is like. All the mothers in the world should be happy, whether above the sky or below the sky. Wherever they are, they should be happy.

An old woman had two big pots, with which she used to fetch water from the river.

One of the pots had a small hole, but the other pot was perfect. While fetching water from the river, one pot would be completely filled with water, while the other would be half empty.

For two whole years, the lady used to enter the house with one and a half pots of water. The perfect pot was proud of its perfection, but the poor pot with holes was ashamed of its imperfection and deeply regretted that it could never carry the full amount of water.

One day the pot with holes said to the old woman very sadly, "I am really ashamed of my incompetence. I have never been able to do what I should have done. That hole inside me does not allow me to do my work."

The old woman smiled and said, "Well, have you noticed how many rows of flower trees are on the side of the road where you are brought! I know your flaws, so I scattered some flower seeds on the side of the road where you are brought. From those seeds, plants have grown. Those flowers by the side of the road, without our knowing it, every day when we return, you water them! And I pick flowers from there and sell them, which helps me to earn a living. If you were flawless, those flowers would not bloom, and I might have to go without food too!

Whatever you do in life, never do anything for anyone without giving your all. Don't forget. Don't try to fix anyone. Don't put your hopes on anyone. Don't help anyone with your all. Don't risk your life for anyone. Believe me! People can't put a price on these things. No one will understand you. They will never admit what you are doing for them. On the contrary, they will constantly prove that they don't need you. What you are doing is actually their right. You will do everything for everyone. But, at the end of the day, your position will be in the garbage. No one will even look back at you.,

"Be straightforward and cheat, but don't be selfish."

Many times in life it will happen like this—you will be insulted even though you are good, you will endure betrayal even though you trust. You will think, "Why do I always cheat?" But remember one thing—if a person's simplicity is foolishness in someone's eyes, then the problem is in that eye.

You may cheat not once, but repeatedly. But your simplicity, love, compassion—these qualities make you human. If you are selfish, you may not be afraid of cheating, but then you will lose the person inside you.

There are many cheaters in this world, but simple people like love are very rare. So… be simple, but don't be blind. Learn from being cheated, but still don't be selfish and cause anyone pain.

Shampa..... ✍️

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A father saw his 11-year-old son crying profusely. The father patted his head and asked him-

"What's the matter, son?"

The boy replied-

"My rich classmates make fun of me. They call me the gardener's son. They say that my father lives off the money he earns by watering plants and growing flowers for people."

The father paused for a moment, then said-

"Come with me, father, let's plant some flowers. Maybe this will relieve your sadness. It will make you happy."

He took the boy's hand and led him into the garden, then took out two flower seedlings and said-

"Come, let's do an experiment. We will plant two flower seedlings separately. I will take care of one, and you take care of the other. I will water them a little with clean water from the lake but you water the seedlings with dirty water from the pond. We will see the results in the coming weeks"

The boy was also happy to join his father in planting flower seedlings. They took care of them and watched them grow. But the boy worked very sincerely.

Later, the father brought his son to the garden and said.

"Look at the two flowers and tell me your observations."

The boy responded.

"My flowers look better and healthier than yours. Even though you use clean water, your flower seedlings have not grown as much or the flowers are not beautiful. How is this possible?"

Dad smiled, then said-

"The reason is that dirty water does not stop the growth of a tree, but rather it acts as organic fertilizer to help it grow. Look dad, there are some people who bring you down in life, make fun of your dreams, and throw dirt on you.

Always remember that being born in a poor family is not a crime. Rather, if you get the resources and facilities, even a successful boy or girl can come from a poor family.

So, do not pay any attention to the harsh, cruel words of people at all, but do your own work at your own pace. And if you do that, thousands of negative words and harsh, cruel words like dirt will not be able to stop your growth, but you will become big and strong like a tree.

If you give time time, time itself will give you the opportunity to do something extraordinary. No force in the world can stop the movement of time. Time never knows how to stop, it always moves at its own pace. Time never gets tired, so it does not need to rest. That is why deep-thinking, research-oriented, punctual people are the only ones in the world It is memorable.

There will surely come a day when you wake up and don’t want to move. When the weight on your chest is felt even stronger than the dawn alarm.

When your heart feels empty, when your prayers feel heavy,

When you scroll for hours but don’t feel like opening the pages of the Quran—

On those days, I have to remember Gaza.

I have no right to say “I am too tired,”

When a mother in Gaza has not been able to sleep, rest, or spend a night without the sound of drones or bombs.

Yet she raises her hand and whispers, “O Allah, do not let my faith be broken.”

I have no excuse to say “I am too busy,”

When a child memorizes the Quran by candlelight, in a tent,

With lungs full of dust, but with the light of hope in her voice.

When I want to leave the prayer in laziness, I will remember the boy

who was praying Maghrib while the house was burning behind him.

When I delay the prayer, I will remember the girl

who was lying in the rubble, whispering “La ilaha illallah” while covered in blood.

When I say “I don’t feel like it,” I will remember the mother

who recited verses from the Quran over her child’s body

and bid him farewell with the words of Allah in Paradise.

How can I stand before Allah with all my blessings—

security, health, family, a full stomach—

and yet I delay, scroll, and get annoyed by the mention of worship?

What will I answer on the Day of Judgment?

When He shows me Gaza—and then myself?

When it is asked:

“They were losing everything… yet they did not forget me. They were patient, steadfast.

And you? You had everything. Yet… you forgot me?”

O Allah… don’t let me forget.

May their sacrifice change something in me.

May their tears purify my tears.

May their suffering awaken me.

May their steadfast piety, their impossible patience

Be the mirror of my soul.

On the day I don’t want to do anything,

On the day I feel like giving up and lying down—

On that day, remind me of Gaza.

Remind me that faith is not just a “feeling.”

It is a choice.

Standing up even when it is difficult is called faith.

Praying even when it is difficult is called faith.

Opening the Quran even when you don’t want to is called faith.

Saying “Alhamdulillah” even when life is heavy is called faith.

Gaza is teaching me what it means to be a true believer.

What it means to be a strong Muslim.

Even when walking through fire, it means to uphold your religion, faith, and principles with your life.

So I will keep the spirit of Gaza within me.

In the silence of my house, in the rush of the busy day,

in my laziness, in my excuses, in my suffering—

I will remember those who chose Paradise despite losing everything.

And I will say to my soul,

“When there are examples of such soldiers in this world,

then you have no excuse.

So get up, wake up. You have no excuse.

No excuse.”

Shampa...... ✍️

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The way you treat your mother, life will treat you the same. Mother is the source of love and life."

A mother is made up of selfless love—a love that no one can give you. So don't judge her. How many times have you sat next to your mother and listened to her? Have you ever talked about her past? Maybe she never told you how much hardship she had to go through before you came along.

Maybe she never shared the wounds buried in her heart, those scars that become new again and again with the impact of memories... The experiences of a difficult childhood and adolescence, those difficult moments when no one listened to her, neglected her. The imprint of difficult times has been imprinted on her mind—uncountable memories of harsh words, poverty, fear, contempt, and torture.

Maybe there is a lot of sadness hidden in her heart that she has never shared with you—just because she didn't want to expose the wrong aspects of her life to you. She didn't say it out of love, or maybe silence was her only refuge, so that she wouldn't suffer anymore.

Respect her, love her, because she is a priceless asset in your life. If you take good care of her, your life will be filled with blessings, peace, joy, stability, and longevity.

And remember—the way you treat your mother, others will treat you the same way. People around you will learn from your actions, see your love.

There is only one mother—if you do not value her now, then one day long nights of regret will haunt you.

That night, your mother will not let you sleep, but the memories of your own disobedience and contempt will haunt you, not letting you live in peace.

A millionaire businessman is driving an expensive car. Suddenly, he sees a man sleeping soundly on a brick at a corner of the sidewalk. He is surprised, how can a man sleep in this hot summer, with the noise of cars, and dust?

He stopped the car and went to the man and called out

—Are you listening?

The man got up and said,

— Ah, what happened?

— Nothing happened. I am asking why are you sleeping here? Don't you have a house?

— Ah! I got some sleep, sir. I have a house, in the village. I get up early in the morning and come to the city to sell pens. I leave again in the afternoon.

The businessman asked curiously

— How much did it sell for today?

— One and a half hundred taka.

— Does this support the family?

— Yes, it works as long as you drive it. In the evening, I repair bicycles at the garage of a local dealer. I earn some money. But do you know, my daughter is not doing well. She has been suffering from fever for a few days.

The businessman took out five hundred taka and said

— Here. Buy some fruit for your daughter and go.

The man looked at him in surprise and said

— I have money, sir. Why would I just take it like that? You buy a twenty taka pen from me. See how nice the ink smells.

The businessman thought for a while and said

—No. Listen, you are honest. So I want to give you fifty thousand taka. But not just like that. I have a wholesale cloth shop. You will buy and sell clothes from there. If I see that you are really working hard, then after three months I will give you another fifty thousand. You will rent the shop with that.

The man was surprised and asked

—But why would you trust me and give me so much money, sir? You don't even know me!

The gentleman smiled softly and said

—I am the biggest businessman in this city. This money is small to me. If my small money can benefit you a lot, why shouldn't I give it?

A few years have passed since then. That penwala now has three cloth shops in the city. More other businesses. Two, four-wheeled vehicles. Three or four flats, a house.

One day, that helpful gentleman went to the doctor's chamber to see the doctor, and saw the penwala man sitting there. He called

—Here is the brother. What is the matter? Are you here?

The man with the pen touched the gentleman's feet and bowed and said

— Sir, I have come for a check-up. I come every month. My sugar and blood pressure are all up. I have not been able to sleep at all lately.

The helpful gentleman smiled and said

— What! That day you were sleeping peacefully on the street even with 150 taka. And today you are not sleeping even on a soft bed under the AC!

— Actually, sir, at that time I was afraid of losing 150 taka. Now it has become crores. Now I am afraid of losing my status. Earlier I had to call myself a wife and daughter. Now I have many relatives and friends. I have to live with them. Earlier I used to get only dal and rice, now I need basmati rice, fish, meat. The wife who was happy when she got a cotton saree is now not happy when she gets diamond jewelry. The girl has recovered, but now she has many needs. If she does not get it, she goes into depression. Tell me what kind of illness is this? She sleeps with so much worry?

The helpful gentleman said

— I was also suffering from your problem. Then my Gurudev said, "Do good to some poor, honest, and peaceful person by giving him a lot of money, then you will see that your mind will be at peace. You will sleep well. Your body will be healthy."

The pen owner was surprised and said

— Is that why you...

The business gentleman just smiled softly.

The "pen owner" quickly got into his car and went out on the road. His eyes were now only on the sidewalk...

Shampa..... ✍️

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At the end of the day, there needs to be at least one person, with whom you feel good when you talk. With whom you feel tired in body and mind, all your tiredness disappears.

There needs to be at least one person, just thinking about whom brings joy to your life. When you cry profusely, just by looking at whose face you can fall down on the ground laughing happily.

At least there needs to be someone who is trustworthy and attentive. Someone who loves from the heart, never loses on false pretenses. Who takes responsibility for keeping the person in the relationship good along with himself.

Someone who doesn't keep you waiting. Doesn't leave you indifferent or neglected. Who doesn't draw distance when the infatuation is over. Who smiles and laughs.

Someone who doesn't become a good person behind a mask. Who is truly a maskless person with a good mind and mentality.

At the end of the day, there needs to be at least one person with whom you can talk. When you open your mind completely, you feel lighter the way you talk. When you return to him with all the sadness, fatigue and disappointment of the day, everything goes away.

People need at least someone whose presence or just a small message makes their mind feel better in an instant.

How did you miss me last night, I still miss you so much!

But where? Don't you remember?

Is your mind also burning like mine? Whenever you think of me, your eyes fill with tears? Do you want to hold me so close? Do you want to hug me?

As soon as I close my eyes, you hug me tightly to your chest. When I open my eyes, I see you are not there! How much longer will I run after such a mirage, tell me?

You are close to my heart, but why do you disappear when I touch you?

I spend my days in your separation with the thirst for the next life in this chest, I stay awake at night and arrange my desires in this mind. If I could just touch you a little, I think all my restlessness would go away.

I see everything around me. But where? I don't see you?

You live under the same sky. My sky rains every day – there is a Kalvaishakhi storm, doesn’t it happen in your sky?

Whenever a storm starts to blow in this chest, I want to be very close to you. But where? You don’t want to be! It hurts me a lot to be away from you! And if you can avoid me, I wish you were well – very well.

A sadness of pain has built up in my chest, only emptiness lives around!

Feelings of joy have fled from me, I don’t have the ability to keep them well. How long has it been, they haven’t hugged me!

The sharp gaze of the people around me seems to turn me into a frightened, helpless human. As evening falls, a pack of dogs barks as they pass by!

How even the groups of sad people keep grinning at me! How long has it been, I haven’t smiled like them!

Meanwhile, tears have gathered in my chest, today I am deaf as tears accumulate!

I have heard,

You hate me too!

Quite...

I hate myself more than you! Because I hate myself, I repeatedly destroy myself and rebuild myself again, building a wall of sorrow. Then I cry silently from this side of that wall!

Can you hear that cry?

Can you hear that deep groan?

I know,

Everyone hates me. But not everyone knows; I hate myself very much too - I hate it very much!

When people get hurt, they become more emotional! Be it in their heart or in their body. When they get severe pain, people behave more childishly. They are tormented by pain, they want care, they want someone to serve them, to mourn their pain.

People want someone to stroke their wounds with utmost compassion. Someone to regret, to regret, to show compassion, to express sorrow. To lament with mischievous eyes.

Pain makes a person's heart more tender. The more pain there is in the heart, the softer the heart. When people feel pain, they feel helpless!

When people are in great pain, at that very moment, the person who is next to them, the weakness of the person works on them. They surrender themselves to him with emotions, love and trust.

Pain hurts people more than it hurts, people get hurt more by being neglected and disrespected by the pain! By falling face down in depression after becoming ill! What is one truth, do you know?

The one who is next to them does not feel any pain, the emotional mind gets more trust, he is always out of reach!

The pain in the heart is given by the one who can cure the pain. There is still a cure for the pain in the body. However, the pain in the mind, no one can cure that pain except the person in the mind. Because they cannot be near the person in this mind, people cherish the pain in their heart for a lifetime!

Shampa.... ✍️

[shampaisthinking]

Think, you will be better off without me. Are you better off? I am tired of keeping my words to myself in this lonely silence, aren't you tired too? If you can spend each day well without me, then why are you also suffering from the cries of love?

Think, love will stop if you are away. Can love be stopped? Does love decrease if you are hidden from sight? While loving you, I have forgotten to love myself today, have you also been able to love yourself?

Plagued by irregularities, if communication is over, you may be able to live without a break. But can you really be better off without me? Doesn't your mind get sad when evening falls? Doesn't the emptiness in your heart grow into a cry? When you wake up in the middle of the night, don't you want to cry and cry with your head on someone's shoulder?

If you are better off without me, if not talking ends the relationship, if your heart cools down by hurting me, then I have no regrets. The one who loves does not stay away. When you love, no one can stay away. You stay away, don't talk, don't show up, don't understand my longing, just say with your mouth, "You don't love me. You'll be fine without me."

I didn't make a mistake in loving you. Just admit that you made a mistake in loving me. You don't need my love. Just prove that you can live well without love in this world.

In this world, people who are poor in money or wealth or greedy people cannot be easily deceived. They can or do understand their own understanding in a thorough manner. They continue to try their best to save their own interests. If someone deceives them, they take revenge, file a case.

But do you know a true thing?

The easiest thing in this world is to deceive people who are poor in love or greedy people! They fall in love without understanding themselves, they want people's love. The value of love is much higher for them than wealth or money.

If you show a little greed for love, you can take away their emotions and feelings. They trust people easily. No matter how much hurt they are given in the name of love, they never take revenge or can't take it.

Those in the world who only want love all their lives, they are cheated all their lives - cheated to the extreme! People become blind due to greed for money, and people become beggars or even paupers in their lifetimes! After being cheated again and again, even after losing everything they have, their love for each other is never satisfied. Oh, it is never satisfied even in this lifetime.

These gray-haired sorrows, your mascara is nothing in front of their eyes. When I look at you, all the faded colors of the world become vibrant. Did you think that because I am separated, there is no love in my heart? Since there is a huge building of love in my chest, I don't like anything except you!

I feel so much regret and regret because I can't touch you! I burn with intense burning because I don't get the warmth of your chest! These feelings of sadness are nothing compared to the desire to hug you with my chest against your chest, close my eyes, and kiss your lips.

I love you so much because I want to be close to you. My mind is not satisfied with such a little. I want everything. I want to be your entire existence, your entire body.

Basically, near your saree, these days of sadness of mine easily give up. Looking at your face, I can jump into the fire with a smile. Looking at your kajal eyes, I can face all the worldly sorrows of the world with a smile.

Kisses on the lips, deep hugs with my chest against my chest, hugging you suddenly, sleeping without interruption, the demand for these increases excessively, which is why I basically suffer from separation! When you are near, sitting next to me, and loving me, where else can I find these gray-haired feelings of sadness?

Shampa..... ✍️

[shampaisthinking]

Have you ever wanted to know, how am I feeling today? You didn't. You just remember, didn't you guess? How can you guess? The people in my mind don't keep track of my mind!

How heavy my chest feels under the weight of the blue clouds, soaked in pale black pain! You didn't want to know, why do those clouds gather and rain on my eyes every day? Why do I feel so alone every moment? Why do I feel sad in the rain, why don't I like anything?

You didn't want to know, how do I feel without you! How can I be okay, without seeing you! How can I handle myself in your separation! What irregularities, injustices do I do to myself in my pride, have you ever wanted to know?

Have you ever wanted to touch, see the tears behind the smiles? The pain of having to hold back my words every day! The things I don't say to you, have you ever realized? Even if I said them in my mouth, I couldn't make you understand. How many times, how many times have I called your name, you have not responded!

Have you ever wanted to know how I can breathe while drowning in despair, loneliness, and solitude? What exactly do I feel without you? I am consumed by pride, in silent silence, little by little! You are always in my mind, don't you keep track of my thoughts?

The depth of a relationship depends on giving time and importance. When you give time, the relationship starts moving at its own pace. Slowly, as you give time, its importance increases to a certain point.

You will notice that the person you are with all the time, you will be attracted to that person. Talking to him will become a habit.

If you plant a tree, water it regularly every day, take care of it, and take time to look after the tree, right then the tree will take shape in its vitality. It will grow slowly. The relationship is the same. The more time you give and take care of it, the deeper it will become.

Being in a relationship does not mean falling in love with someone. It is not a relationship that will develop just by loving. There are countless people in the world who love but do not get love in return. One-sided love lasts a lifetime.

Love in a relationship comes exactly when you give someone time, respect them, take care of them. In the same way, they have to give you time, care for you and also have to respect you.

The depth of a relationship is measured by the importance and time given to each other. Rather than deepening a relationship by giving one-sided importance or time, there is more bitterness!

Then my long-term illness happened! When I thought about the intense pain of seeing you, I would love you deeply; after I became deep, did you not leave me deeply!

After you moved away from my eyes, my long-term illness became the pain of touching you! You touched my heart that time. Then, after that, nothing else could touch me!

Well,

How can I be well with this long-term illness? Tell me...

I loved you because I wanted to be well. Then I loved you, but I couldn't be well anymore!

Shampa.... ✍️

[shampaisthinking]

The most lies and deceit in the world are committed between husband and wife! Lying to hide something from each other or to maintain the relationship is very common in married life!

No one can ever say with their hand on their chest that they have never hidden anything from their partner or lied. This is where the problem lies!

This matter of deceit and deceit comes mainly because husband and wife are not very good friends with each other. The distance that is created between the two due to not making the slightest effort to understand each other, this distance forces them to lie and deceive.

Where there is no understanding between each other, where one is afraid to open up to the other or suffers from hesitation, where the level of suspicion increases, there is a lot of deceit and deceit.

In married life, deceit and deceit will disappear only when one can be a very good friend to the other. Both will understand each other very well and both will take care of each other's mental and physical aspects.

You can get a good partner if you want. But there are very few people who find their partner as a very good friend! For this, luck as well as a very good mind and mentality are needed.

If you do not know the reason for your partner's pain, suffering, then it is your ultimate failure. You have to understand that there will be lies and deceit.

Try to be a very good friend to your partner once, there will be no lies and deceit in the relationship. If your partner trusts you and can't speak two words openly, then where are the signs of your personality?

You are beautiful!

But what do you know? Your beauty shines effortlessly; the smooth thread saree draped over your body, the small black tip on your forehead and the dark mascara in your eyes.

When you come very close to me, as soon as I close my eyes, the scent of your body from your saree reaches my nose, I can't stay with you anymore. I get lost in your beautiful and terrifying beauty!

As soon as I look into your eyes with kajal, I get lost in the intoxication of your eyes! When I lose myself in the illusion of your eyes, when I am completely empty, you make me even more crazy with your sweet laughter.

I am far away from you, but does that stop my madness? Tell me...

Whenever you come before my eyes wearing a saree, I want to forget all my pride and pull you closer. I want to pull you in a tight hug and cool my chest.

Believe me,

I am really a big sari lover. The sari that is wrapped around you, the sari that can smell your body, I am in love with only that sari.

I want to give you all my love, you know? When I see you in a saree, I go from a poet to a disobedient lover.

Shampa..... ✍️

[shampaisthinking]

One day I slapped my wife for telling me not to mingle with my friends. My wife just stared at me with her eyes wide open for a moment. Then, months and years passed, she never told me, “Don’t hang out with your friends.”

I thought about it a little, but I didn’t care much. I am Tapan. I work in a private company with a salary of twenty thousand taka. I have money for family expenses, my parents’ medicine, and my daughter’s education every month, which is my monthly allowance and fifteen hundred taka. However, I always spent that fifteen hundred taka to keep my friends’ hearts. To this, my wife said, “If you spend money like this, where will you find a hand in times of trouble? Those whose hearts you have spent money to protect today will also turn their backs one day. Don’t hang out with your friends like this.”

Although I wasn’t angry at saying that, I felt a lot of self-respect when my wife heard my words. That’s why I slapped her in front of my friends, saying that I would maintain my masculinity. Then I told him that he would not talk about my friends anymore. But trouble came when the company I worked for suddenly closed down. Poverty descended on the family, parents started getting sick because they could not afford to eat on time. The daughter was not allowed to enter school because she could not pay her daughter's school fees. At that time, I saw nothing but darkness around me. I ran to those friends for whom I spent money every month. I fed them whatever they wanted to eat. Sometimes I bought this and that for their children. But they sent me back the same way I had gone to them. That is, empty-handed. I spent three very terrible months. I realized that no one in the world is my own. Everyone is chasing after everyone's interests. As soon as their interests ran out, their behavior also started changing. But for those three months, I did not find anyone by my side except my parents and wife. I wish that those terrible three months of my life would never come again. But thank God for coming. Maybe because they came, I was able to recognize people. I didn't feel small even asking for forgiveness from my wife because I felt remorse from within. At the end of the day, this may be true, people who have changed their appearance are never friends anyway. Yes, this is also true, not everyone is the same. But somewhere there is a but. 99% of the people in the world live by their own interests. The rest walk with both sides after money and love. That's why their pockets are empty by the end of the day. They cry and scream in pain of getting and losing...

You can clearly understand that the person is neglecting you! He is repeatedly explaining with his behavior that I am happy without you!

His talking has decreased, his busyness has increased! Still, he doesn't say that he doesn't need you, but you understand that the days of neglect have begun!

You often get angry at him for his behavior, you feel hurt! He understands but doesn't pay the price! You get angry yourself, and when he doesn't get angry, you go and find him yourself! You can't stay angry but all this is worthless to him! You yourself are lying to him! In fact, if you love too much, people get lost..!

Shampa...... ✍️