Sundari Boumani

Time is Endless ................Rabindra nath Tagore Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait. Thy centuries follow each other Protecting a small wild flower. We have no time to lose. And having no time we must scramble for a chance. We are too poor to be late. And thus it is that time goes by  While I give it to every querulous man who claims it. And then after is empty of all offerings to the last. At the end of the day I has ten in fear lest thy gate be shut. But I find that yet there is time. On missing a dear one.... Let me not forget...... Now the line is.... Let me not forget him/ her ....is too touchy. After the end of the day I knew he is mine...Forever A long fight a strong and rude conversation going on..... And we still know we are made for each other.... When it is a distance relationship It's need more strength to be continue.... And staying in love fo

  Amar hazar kobitar srashta tui... Toke ekbar dekhle amar hajar kobitar srishti hoy Tor chokhe ami mahasagar khuje pai Jekha ne bar bar dube more jete iccha hoy Asim akash khuje pai ami tor chokhe Amr mone hoy Onek odekha prithibir utso tui .. Ki jani kotha theke eto lekha ami khuje pai Toke dekhe.... Tor songo ekta jibon dayi brikher moton kaaj kore Tui amar jibone ekta khola janala hoye roye jabi Hoyto kokhono keu kapat bandho kore dite chaibe, notyto ba bhishon jhorer age keu bandho kore debe... Kichui jani na ami...sudhu etukui bolte pari Tui ekta mahasagar jekha ne ami dube more jai .......accha ekta kotha tor mone ache... ekbar ami berate giye samudre snan korchi ar besh onek somoy hoye giyeche, tao uthchi na samudra theke bhishon kalo Megh akashe ar  jhirijhiri brishti porche himer hawar moto gaye laghche...bhishon romantic weather chilo sedin Ar ami sedin onek photo tulechilm mane kichu tei samudra theke uthe Asher mon chilo na  Ar tui deke jacchili sudhu... Mone ache ki bolec