What if

What if, after knowing the whole world, I go to the hell and what if, after knowing nothing about this material world, my mom goes to the heaven!

I, out of unexpressed ego, sometimes think that my mom knows nothing about the modern world because she never went to school, read good books, browsed the net (like used Facebook or Twitter, E-mails), mixed with famous people, visited good places, used sophisticated technology like iPhone, Smart Phone and even she cannot talk smartly. Aha! I feel proud of myself for the luck that I did do all of these. I am a modern person: people say and without doubt I consider it.  What if, after knowing the whole world, I go to hell and what if, after knowing nothing about this material world, my mom goes to Heaven!

Life is so beautiful in this modern world. I am so proud about my life. People read my blogs, comment about them, praise my posts in facebook. I meet many people and people meet me for scores of reasons. I take classes in many schools, colleges and universities. I am an icon to my students. I write books and I am admired by the readers. In short I am a complete man, a successful person.  But to WHOM? To the people of this material world. What am I to my LORD? Does He praise me? Does He love my actions? Does He accept or reject my prayers? Is my intention of doing all things in this world to satisfy my creator? Or I am just doing these for myuntold, unexpressed pride. I still do not know the answers. 

Let's talk about my mom. She is sixty. Still strong and hardworking. Happy she is with whatever she gets or does. Satisfied she is for the things small or big she gets. She can shower tears in prayers. She is purified, honest, happy, and responsible. If God on the Day of Judgement pardons her and says, 'Go to the heaven and enjoy whatever best I have adorned for you.' Isn't she a successful person though she was unlike me in thistransient world? And how about me if God says to me the opposite? 

"God, make me like my mom and like him who you love. I don't want to be like my present me." 

Why She is Different?

Why She is Different?
                          ------------Tomar Lekhok


A girl from Heaven,
             Now she is eleven. 
Looks so chubby, 
             Just like Barbie. 
Naturally ambitious, 
             Seriously conscious. 
Never tells a lie, 
             Very much shy. 
Curious about everything, 
              Serious about nothing. 
Often she is indifferent, 
               So she is different!

I Will Prove Then…

I Will Prove Then…
                                           --- Your Writer

If the time ever comes
you are in doubt about my love
If the time ever comes
I am too close but you think me far
Then,
I will prove by sacrificing my life
That I love you too much.

Mind is like a sperm
After entering the inside of the egg, it cannot come out
You're my egg
I've entered
There is no way out
Neither I want to be out
Even you cannot force me to be out
Here I am
Look at me
I am in you, settled in you for eternity

Met and....

Met and....

Long way back,

I beheld the splendour on the track,

Where your footsteps mark

Rested in my memory like Noah’s Ark.

Untold, contained there that time,

Felt but rarely could mime.

You are uniquely unique,

                   Matchlessly endearing;

You are gorgeously heavenly,

                   Magnificently forbearing;

You are incomparably direct,

                   Supremely erect.

                                      Right you are!

Poets will write for you,

Singers will sing;

Fairies will beautify you,

Angels will ring.

Do I Really Know Me?

Do I Really Know Me?

I really don’t know me,

You may think;

What kind of question can it be?

I’m very near to me,

Still I am mysterious completely!

I touch, I feel,

I live with zeal,

But the question is—

Who can I be?

Why am I here, who sent me?

What is my purpose?

My existence, how long will it be?

Who can help me?

The answers to the questions I need;

Am I right?

Are right my deeds?

I am living my life,

Without knowing me;

What kind of living,

You consider it be?

Do all others really know,

What I don’t know?

Or, I am the only one,

Who live only to chow?

I want to find the purpose of my life,

If you get,

Please show,

Or tell me really,

How should I know?

I want to know myself,

You should know thyself,

You say yourself,

I say myself,

Do we really have selves?

Oh God!

Oh God!

Oh God, from my heart I adore Thee;

Out of so deep love You created me.

I was nothing, yes my shape You gave;

You show right path, from danger You save.

To live You give water, air and food;

I am grateful, Your blessings are so good.

I’m taking the test You gave to me;

Make just as You want me to be.

When I’ll breathe my last to meet You;

I’ll give all the thanks as are due.