A Poem to make the time worthy of loving one another and value the time together! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tahmina-mili/message

This is a poem written by Tahmina Akter Mili which is me. I love this poem and loved it always. Now, I am sharing it on my own voice with my friends and everyone I know. Thanks! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tahmina-mili/message

Life without a purpose is just a life of nothingness. An animal in a jungle or in a glacier has a purpose in the world. As humans, we are expected to have a purpose in life. As humans, we are not supposed to just be a human. We are bound to make a goal to live by and to die. We are not wanted to be just be. We are willed to fulfil for everything. We are wished to get the desired results. We are considered to be understanding about all the unknown. We are put in the world to serve a purpose set by someone Higher than our imagination. The purpose what it should be is never told or discussed. The purpose is to know the purpose with the proper reasons. The purpose should be able to find the necessity altogether and fulfill them. The purpose should not be the same but must resolve the similar purpose. The purpose is not only to possess but also to transcend into the body. The limited edition purpose, the golden purpose or the diamond one, what should be the perfect one! Compensation about the failed or unsuccessful purposes is so mere. Whatever the purpose seems to be settled or rattled, unsophisticated or gorgeous, it should be a purpose at last. The long lasted purposes are the one to break the chain, not to just change the form. The purpose should be served for the goodness' sake and not because it should be served. The purpose can only be there if you wanna have one. The purpose should beautify the inside out! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tahmina-mili/message

I look at you funny! I look at you in a manner which is not funny nor fun! I look at you with lust in my eyes. I look specifically to your lips and wanna kiss them hard. I want to taste your tongue and bite your lips a little. I wanna press myself so much into you that you take me in without hesitation. I want to touch and taste every inch of your body with my cold hand. I want to feel the shivering of your waist when I put my hand there and cup your muscles a bit. I put my lips there and kiss your skin over and over and over. You close your eyes and run your fingers through my hair. You press my head a bit at a time with a light but subtle moan. You pull me up, look into my eyes, you raise and kiss my lips maddeningly. You lie me down and go on top. You kiss my chest and run your tongue through my neck and shoulder. You lick my fingers and shivers a bit. You take both of hands and rest then on your waistline. You make a bun of your hair and come down on me again. You come too close I shiver like an avalanche. It seems I fall. Alas! The dream breaks into million pieces. You are there hundred miles away and I am here being wet. How pretty you were in my dream! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tahmina-mili/message

He was not meant to be here! He wanted to be somewhere else, entirely a different place! Somehow he ended up here. He sat on the chair in the balcony to have a break. Alas! The sound came back, it started pounding in his ears. He covered his ears with his palms. The sound were not going anywhere. He squeezed his eyes with an attempt to unheard the sound. "Oh! Not again, not again, please stop this instance and give me some lone time, please go away!" The sound had no intention to step aside, to stop or to take a time off. He calmed his eyes, took the hands off from his ears, became ready to embrace the sound. The sound which was making his life a living torture. The sound which was hunting him for a long time. The sound was not of any music, the sound was not of any bad trumpet players. The sound was utterly, immensely, intolerably painful. The sound was of her saying him the last few sentences. The sound of the breathe she took for the last time. The sound of her saying goodbye without giving him a second. The sound was of her shoes thumping on the floor while going away. Though her going away was not at all visible, no one could have seen her leaving. But she left, she left him forever, she left him with a broken heart, with a never ending voice in his ears. She left him. It was supposed to be his departure. Instead she took the lead and left earlier than expected giving her heart to him literally. She left without saying that she loved him, without knowing that he loved her too. He was never meant to be here. He was the one supposed to be gone. He was the one to leave early. The sound reminded him those unfair affairs. The sound reminded him of her leaving early because of him. He prayed and prayed that he was not meant to be here. He was supposed to be there with her, not wounded by the sound each seconds of his life. He just wanted to leave with her side by side, cause he loved her more. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tahmina-mili/message

Human nature is to be nosy. I am a perfect example of that. I am always there and always everywhere. I do not stay away, I have not learned to go away. I remain, I listen, I sulk, I talk, I argue, I agree, I use my stupidity time to time. However, I am always there, in bad or good or even in worse, I am there. I hear saying that not to indulge myself, I hear not to care, I hear to keep distance. I am shameless, I am stubborn, I conflicted, I am troubled, but I am there. I care when I should not be bothered, yet I include myself in matters to make it simple, easy. Because I am always there. Hurting is painless, just a few words it will take. Repairing is what needs to be errorless, hard work, conviction. It is not always a one-man show, it demands a teamwork, an understanding. It is always in need of nurturing, care and attention, a perfect attention, undisturbed. Even if I am not required, I will be there as I was today. Even if it is not asked for, even if I will be cast out, even if I will be hated, I will still indulge. I will still give my love, care and attention, effectively and with hundred percent effort. Even if strength is there, I will still be there, as of the human nature is always poking me inside, I will still be digging and be firmly there. I will always be there, willingly or unwillingly. #poetry #poetrylovers #creativewriting #writing #poem --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tahmina-mili/message

The day is astounding. I am finding, you are good. The day becomes night, sometimes right, I am always in mood. You are taking pictures, I am making one. You are there sometimes near, I am loving my White swan. You are mine, sometimes nine. I take time always at prime. Leave the stagger, feel the dagger. Never say never, stay forever. Love is always in the make, You and I be together reality not fake! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tahmina-mili/message

Sitting on the very last bench, I saw in front of me. I wanted to shout out loud and louder to reach to you saying, ” I love thee.” I was, my dear, on the love spree. I feel like the Oxygen producing tree. You looked behind, I died once with your eye like dagger. I feel like not being anything but a love seeking beggar. I looked at you to make you feel my heart. I know that your breathing was enough to clean dirt. Smile you back if once in this lifetime, I could have done happily any vicious crime. You touched the bench made of wood, My heart skipped many beats that felt good. Sitting on the back bench, I was thinking. The life you gave me only with an eye-blinking. I would say always that I had loved you. Sitting on the back bench, It’s hidden but absolutely True! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tahmina-mili/message

The light is to touch. The light is to think there’s no dark much. The light is to show the road. The light is to tell not to get bored. The light is to feed the mind a new imagination. The light is to lead to a world of fashion. The light is to be there to make the man. The light is to grow someone to be a loyal fan. The light is to let know that everything is here. The light is to express no good is always fare. The light is to bring a smile on the face. The life is to suggest leaving a wonderful trace. The light is to celebrate the win after loss. The light is to make the line which not to cross. The light is to fetch all the happiness. The light is to ensure the best, no less. The light resides in us and we are the light. The light comes to brighten with a hug very tight. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tahmina-mili/message

Today's episode is written in my mother tongue which is Bengali. I hope you enjoy it too. I will try to upload a translated version for this episode as sson as possinle. Here is the poem to read: মিষ্টি কথার ভুলে যদি মিষ্টি হওয়া যেতো, তবে হাজার তেতো মন মধুর হতো। মুখ মিষ্টি হলেও মুখে তেতো কথারা আসে, করলার রস তেতোই রয় যতোই গুড় তাতে ভাসে। মন মিষ্টি হবে যদি মিষ্টি করে দেখো, যদি মনের মাঝে মধুর ভালোবাসা রাখো। আবোল তাবোল এদিক সেদিক যেদিক মুখটি ঘোরাও, মনের মাঝের কলুষতা এখনই হাওয়ায় ওড়াও। মিষ্টি মধুর মনটা থাকুক কলার পাতায় মোড়া, মিষ্টি মনের মাধুরী লাগায় হাজার মনের জোড়া। হয়ত আকাশের তারারা মিষ্টি বলেই বাতাস এতো মিষ্টি, মনের মাঝে সে বাতাস করে অযাচিত আকাঙ্ক্ষার সৃষ্টি। মিষ্টি মনের কৃপণতা তেতো মনের আমানত, সে মনে সাড়া জাগাতে বসেছে আইন আদালত। মিষ্টতা ভর করে সকল তিক্ততার অভিলাষে, মিষ্টি মন ত্যক্ত বিরক্ত যাই হোক সবাইকে ভালোবাসে। --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tahmina-mili/message