A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves 🍂 Continuing, see previous post. That winter when first arrived, that white mist washed everything and purified. I first saw you among the white mist, purest. And my mind filled with that pure mist, I found you so nice and core. When I saw your eyes I can't forget, the afternoon. I spent the winter in delight. Then spring came, with its mind breezes, I felt the depth. I fell in spring, like the brown leaves carrying untold stories. I felt that core of nature, and you. I was one the long path to meet you on the greatest bloom of spring. I waited, I watched. Then a lot of time spent. The end of May, my wishes. Then the end of June, after exhaustion with some unfulfilled wishes. Then July comes, I again found the bloom. I loved the time, I made paintings, listened songs, found the essence. Then your wishes, I felt the bloom of the month. Then a lot of time spent, the rains, the waits. Then autumn, lonely days. Then again the winter. After that many eras spent, I still remember you the same. Today I am writing the letter to August, after June and July spent. May when spring will come next will find it. I know it will be kept under fallen leaves, flying in spring breeze. The next part of the letter will come in next post. Stay tuned.

A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves 🍂 I have a lot of good friends, I am grateful for having them in my life. But today I am recalling you. As I can't send it. That's why I am writing the letter to you nature. It is now many ages have gone away. I recall the old time, the first time. This is letter is specifically for you but I value the essence of all my friends and wish a lot of joy for them. Now I am recollecting the memories again. 🍁🍂 It is now after the months of June and July. At the beginning of August, it was the first Sunday of August, Friendship Day. I remembered how the old July spent, the July of that year. The end of May and the end of June. I remember those past few years. I remember the calm July, when we were young. That time never came again. It is rainy season, but there are bright days like autumn and spring. That tune flows in breezes and daylight " You and me kkeutnaji anh-eul history " ( You and me, a never ending history ). " Oh, naui ujuga dwae jun uliui iyagi " ( Oh, our story that became my universe ). The story may not be composed by us. But it was composed in my mind. That time was the freshest youth of us, when you were nineteen and I was also nineteen. " Yeah, we never felt so young " the line is right, I never felt such young then, or will be; " When together sign the song ", that time when we walked together, " Even if it rains ". " Yeah, (I) we never felt so right ", I felt the thoughts very right at that time, " When I got you by my side ", That was a time when you were beside me, " Along the path we walked together ". The July begins with the end of June that pass with the thought, " Wanna forgive you (me) ". Then the July slowly begins, it was a new chapter of the love I felt in spring before, I remember the spring again. The Krishnochura petals are still fallen on ground or wet in rain, the petals that bloomed in spring before. Still those tree of Krishnochura and Radhachura bloomed with flowers of red and yellow, recollecting the spring spent before. The red carpet of petals wet or dried carry the memories of spring of love that keeps blooming in July still. Time keeps going, years rotate again and again. Spring comes again, then May, June, then July, feelings reanimated, and then autumn comes, then winter, and then again spring arrives. The letters will be written under fallen leaves. Today we don't walk together but I still remember you as the same. The next part of the letter will come in next post. Stay tuned.

Beautiful Boy The Beautiful Boy I have seen before,  An admiration arrives from my heart's core. I've not seen anyone such beautiful,  Mind blown with the greatness of light graceful.  পুরুষ সৌন্দর্য্যের সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ প্রস্ফুটিত রূপ । সে দেবতা, হৃদয়ের দেবতা শ্রদ্ধা ও প্রেম নিবেদিত তার প্রতি, অতুল্য সৌন্দর্য্যের মূর্ত প্রতীক;  সে মহৎ, শ্রদ্ধেয়; সে উৎকৃষ্ট প্রেমের পূর্ণ বিগ্রহ । স্বর্ণাভরণে সজ্জিত, স্বর্ণালোকে তার দেহ দ্যুতিমান; লালিত্য, মাধুর্য্যে পরিপূর্ণ, কমনীয়তায় সুললিত; সে প্রকৃতির অতীত । কিন্তু যে প্রকৃতির ব্যক্তিত্ব ! তার মধ্যে প্রকৃতির গভীরতা নেই, আছে মহত্তে পূর্ণতা । সে প্রেমের পরিপূর্ণ মূর্তি হলেও, যেখানে প্রকৃতির শূণ্যতা আছে বসন্তের ঝরাপাতার মত শুষ্ক হৃদয় তীব্র টানে ছুটে গিয়ে পড়ে । He was the boy cutest,  He was the one for whom I was affectionate most. He was the manifestation of bosonto !  He was the inspiration of expression of my feelings and thoughts, the building of my mind to experience the life in new way.  I had seen the fishy eyes  At the heartful afternoon, Under winter sun On the way of station.  There was something mystery  In the curves, the eyes; Cool and calm, straight to me.  I felt shy, voice stumbled.  The Beautiful Boy on stage.  The boy dances on hearts  With the string of lute rang in the rhythm of beats.  The son of stars  Surrounded with dusts of light,  The beautiful boy, his dance overwhelms.  I see, lost my mind and get into. He sings in his honied voice,  Mind melts in the flow and pauses in the sparkling river.  He fills hearts with admiration,  Wins the minds of seer people.  সেই সৌন্দর্য্যের উদযাপনের মধ্যে কতটা আমি ঠিক আর কতটা কল্পনায় প্রতিফলিত ওই ব্যক্তিত্ব ?  তাহলে কেন যাকে সাদা ফুল ভেবেছিলাম তাকে রঙিন খুঁজে পেলাম,  কারণ সব রঙ একসাথে আমার সাদা বলে ভ্রম হয়েছিল ?  ঝরাপাতাই বিশুদ্ধ আর একটা বিশুদ্ধ সাদা ফুল । Was there anything mistake, I wonder, keep going; What is right ? Anyway spring has come,  Mysterious breezes has started flowing.  My mind keep wondering, The leaves become brown again,  Red jems blooming again on silver trees.  I pause and that, spring has come again.