This time, the wind blows,
Just like I wanted once.
I wanted to feel the strength of the wind,
Standing by the seashore.
...
The sky being black,
Tiny drops dropping to land,
In a whole, what a scene!
...
The people who talk about humanity,
The people who think about humanity,
The people who work for humanity,
The people who believe in humanity,
...
I'm a man who understands silence.
Sitting in the bench of a park,
I see trees.
I see them live, live a full life-
...
One of the best things of Sanatan Dharma is that,
It values- art, poetry, music & dance.
These are also the different ways
To connect with the Supreme Power, God.
...
Frustration is a fact,
One can't deny it,
Nor one can live with it.
...
The room in which I live in,
I am not the only one living here.
Other than me,
Hundreds of other creatures also live here.
...
In the practical world money is a must thing.
Earning is a must thing.
Here, societal value depends very much on wealth.
So all men are in a race,
...
As a writer what gives you joy?
First of all, finishing a work gives a great relief,
Then getting it published,
And lastly, seeing someone reading it,
...
I can turn sorrow into poetry,
I can turn joy into poetry,
I can turn people into poetry,
I can turn places into poetry.
...
One thing I am seeing from an angle,
Same thing you are viewing from a different point,
They are observing from their own view,
Then who is right?
...
The online world is making us dumb!
I know this creation is helping us in various ways,
But it is also taking our attention from us,
Killing our time in various ways.
...
What if you're me
And I was you!
Our world would change,
Our body would change,
...
Every time I see you
I see my reflection in your eyes.
I know how you see me,
I just don't know what the view is!
...
কবিতায় কবিরা যেভাবে বলে,
আসলে কি দুনিয়া সেভাবেই চলে?
লাল ফুল কি ফোঁটে রোজ বাগানে?
নীল শাড়ী পড়ে রূপা কি দাঁড়িয়ে থাকে?
...
হুট করে আসা হিমেল হাওয়া,
স্তব্ধ বিকেলে নিঃশব্দ চাহনি,
কোথাও কিছু নেই, সবদিক ফাঁকা,
তবুও সে বসে আছে, অপেক্ষায়।
...
আমি উড়ে যেতে পারি নক্ষত্রের দিকে
চলে যেতে পারি যখন যেথায় ইচ্ছা,
তবুও যাই না ছেড়ে আমার নীড়,
আমার শিকড় এখানেই যে গাঁথা।
...
বুদ্ধদেবের ছড়া, রবিঠাকুরের গল্প
সেই বিকেলের চায়ের আড্ডা
ওটাই যে ছিল শেষ, বল্ কে'বা জানত?
ইচ্ছে করে ফিরে যাই,
...
হচ্ছে অনেক দেরি, তবু বসে আছি চেয়ে,
আমার যাওয়ার আগে তুমি হয়ত আসবে এই পথে,
হয়তো আসবে শেষবারের মত আমার সামনে!
আমার বিশ্বাসটুকু বুকে চেপে রেখে,
...
আলো-আঁধারির দুনিয়াতে, খুঁজে ফিরি কে বা কাকে,
নিতান্তই বোকাসোকা, নাহলে এভাবে কে থাকে!
বইয়ের পাতার লেখাতে, কোন মনীষী ডাকে
অন্তহীন চলার পথে,
...
Tonmoy Datta Mishu was born in Cumilla in 22nd April,1999. He lives in Chattogram. He did his Bachelor's and Master's from the Department of English, University of Chittagong. He published his first Bangla poetry collection titled "Porishuddho" in January,2026. He published his second book titled "Every Word Matters" in August,2026 which is a collection of English poems. He served as an associate editor of the second edition of CU Bondhushava's magazine ‘Jarulpatro‘. Additionally, he worked as an organizer and publisher of ‘Ek Fali Rouddur', a wall magazine featuring writings of teachers and students of the English Department, CU. Five editions of the magazine were published from 2020 to 2025. Again, he served as the designer and editor of the first edition of Blood Aiders-CU's digital magazine named ‘Rokto Abong Monushhotto'. He also worked as the founder of Blood Aiders-CU, former vice president of CU Bondhushava, and former organizational secretary of Chittagong University Film Society. And he makes short films.)
Storm - Before And After
This time, the wind blows,
Just like I wanted once.
I wanted to feel the strength of the wind,
Standing by the seashore.
I wanted to give all of me to the nature.
I was hungry,
There was no shelter for me.
It was cold, I was shivering.
I didn't know what to do,
I was all alone.
Once, I was happy,
It's time, which changed me.
I had lost my family, my home,
And everything I had once.
I also had a dog,
I used to feed him everyday.
My mother didn't have any idea about it.
Yea, I wanted to feel the wind
But the storm that raised that night
Took everything from me.
My happiness, my dream,
All died too.
Was I alive?
Now it's been two years,
But I cannot stop my mind asking,
Was there any way to save them?
Can I ever forget the last words of my little sister?
'Help me brother! I am stuck.
Water is rising so high and high.
Brother help! '
I don't wonder how I survived.
I just wonder, asking God, Why?
What was my fault?
I never got my answer.
Seeing me alive,
I laugh all the time.
Tears come to my eyes,
But believe me,
I forgot crying from that time.
Sometimes you read a poem, But most times you neglect the words!
What I just want, I just want to be fine, Fine like the oldest of wine.
Are you God? I doubt that can't be. Then who is God? The time you see.
Poetry, the oldest form of literature, Poet, the loudest yet the calmest voice of humanity.