Kalam se dosti

Sochti hoon, kalam se dosti aakhir hui kab…

Bachpan mein zyada bolne ke liye

aksar daant hi mila karti thi.

Phir jaane kab itni khamosh si ho gayi,

pata hi nahi chala.

Duniya mein apni pehchaan banate-banate

khud ko na jaane kis mod par chhod aayi.

Shehar badalte rahe,

aur badalte shehron ke saath

log bhi badal gaye.

Shaayad isi liye kalam

mera sabse kareebi dost ban gayi—

jab koi nahi samjha,

ek wahi thi

jo saraha ban kar

hamesha saath nibhati rahi.

~ 🖋️ Poulami

Grace of the Lunar

Whenever I see a whole moon in the sky,
I wonder how much it has endured to come to this stage of wholeness.

Since time immemorial,
throughout the month,
it embarks it's journey by waning, waxing, dissolving and then returning - not bothered about what a tiny Homo Sapiens might think of it.
Following it's own course,
being more marvelous than yesterday.

It doesn't even care about judgmental scattered across the galaxy.
Too busy doing it's own job - being the moon.

An epitome of patient, perseverance and quiet power.

Reclaiming the power

There’s something we all get stuck in—the loop called “Why didn’t it work out?”

That soft, aching moment we feel.

The future we imagined in our heads, every little detail we hoped to live someday.

The quiet wish of “What if it was true?”

Maybe it’s grief.

Grieving a life we imagined but that no longer serves us.

Grieving an imaginary happy ending.

It is hard to move on.

It is hard to accept reality.

But reality is the only truth.

We are merely puppets in the hands of God.

If it didn’t work out, there must be a reason.

God’s plans are always bigger than anything we can imagine.

So whenever that feeling of “why” rises,

I choose to replace it with “because.”

Because I am the chosen one.

Because I am blessed beyond the universe.

Because I must have done something right in my life,

and God is saving me from a greater storm.

অনুভব

শীতকালের মধ্যাহ্নের মধ্যে কেমন যেন একটা অন্য রকম অনুভুতি আছে। বেশ ছিমছাম রোদ্দুরে এক কাপ কফি হাতে হাসপালের বারান্দায় বসে সুয়াবুল গাছের ডালে রোদ আর হালকা হওয়ার খেলা দেখতে দেখতে একটু আত্ম-প্রতিফলন হয়েই যায়। এত যান্ত্রিক শব্দের মধ্যেও যখন চড়ুই আর কাকের কলরব শুনতে পাই, মনটা তখন হঠাৎ করেই ভালো হয়ে যায়। এত বড় পৃথিবীতে প্রতি মুহুর্তেই কত কিছুই ঘটেচলেছে, আর আমি এক নগন্য জীব বেশ একটা সুখের জীবন যাপন করতে পারছি। প্রকৃতির এত কাছাকাছি থেকে তাকে অনুভব করতে পারছি। হৃদয়ের গভীরতম স্তর থেকে নিজেকে বড় ভাগ্যশালী মনে হয়। 

~🖊️ পৌলমী 

ফিরে দেখা

গোটা একটা বছরের ঠিক শেষ দিনটাতে দাঁড়িয়ে প্রতিবারই বছরটাকে এক পলকে মনে করি।

কি হারালাম, কি পেলাম, কি শিখলাম আর কে ছিল পাশে, সবটার একটা ছোট্টো হিসেব। 

কত হাসি, কত খুশি আর কত ভালোবাসা ঝুলিতে জমা হলে একটা মানুষ তার দুঃখ ভুলে শুধু সুখটুকু মনে রাখে তা আমার জানা নেই, তবে আজকের দিনের স্মৃতি রোমন্থন শুধু নিজেকে কৃতজ্ঞতায় ভরিয়ে দিল।

২০২৫ তোমার সবটা নিয়েই তোমার কাছে আমি ধন্য। যা তুমি কেড়েছিলে, তার দ্বিগুণ ফিরিয়ে দিয়েছ। ২০২৬ তুমি এসো আরো শুভ বার্তা নিয়ে। ভালো থাকো, ভালো রাখো। 

~পৌলমী 🖊️

Reminisce

On this moonlit winter night, I walk the familiar road near my hostel.

The breeze plays softly with my hair, voices drift from far away,

and the street dogs bark into the quiet-

just like last winter.

Yet the season feels bit different.

Something is missing.

Maybe the gentle buzz of bumblebees from my old home,

maybe Hezal’s warm presence,

or maybe a feeling I can’t name anymore.

All I know is this-

winter returns again,

and so do my memories.

And in the spaces between them,

I reminisce what I’ve lost 

and what I still long for.

~Poulami©

Khud ko kahin kho dia hai humne

Wo awaaz jo apni si thi, bheed mein kahin daab sa gaya.

Wo hausla jo girte sambhalte har baar uthta tha,

Zindagi ke bojh tale kahin kho sa gaya.

Wo junoon jo sapno ko roshni deta tha,

Zimmedariyon ke saaye mein dhundla sa gaya.

Tootne ka ehsas to sabse zyada taab hua jaab, 

Kisise madad maangi, aur unhone humara kamzori ka faida uthaya. 

Girte sambhalte, ab kya bacha aur kya kho gaya, samajhna mushkil hai...

Bas itna jaante hain ki 

Wo insaan jo kabhi muskurati thi, ab khamoshi mein kahin sun sa ho gaya.

Longing for Home

Sometimes I long for home -

neither my permanent address,

nor a place with bricks and stones,

but a space where I can be free,

be accepted without question,

and sit at a table

that makes room for me.

A place without insecure battles,

without masks to wear, 

filled with soft voice of kind souls,

where I am safe,

where I am valued,

simply as part of the whole.

~🖋️Poulami

Ghar:Ek Ehsaas

Home, the only place we long to return to, every single day.

Sometimes, it’s about the meal,

The safe space, the quiet corner to rest.

A place that has silently watched you grow - day by day, breaking down at times,

Then finding the pieces and rebuilding yourself.

It’s not just a concrete structure.

It’s the comfort you won’t find anywhere else.

It’s easy, it’s simple 

And always there for you.

It’s the truth, the trust,

The unshakable support system.

The balloons, the chocolate, the ice cream.

The fish curry, the Durga Puja, the sheuli phool.

The tight hug, the soft pillow, the familiar faces.

It’s the fuel that keeps us going.

It’s love.

It’s care.

It’s protection.

The place that is irreplaceable in the whole universe. 

~🖋️Poulami 

Moon's Perspective

He asked the moon one quiet night,

"You change your shape with every light.

At times you vanish from the sky,

And people wonder why? 

Don’t all the words, the doubts, the blame,

Ever hurt you, bring you shame?"

The moon just smiled, so calm, so free,

"It’s all in how the world sees me.

Some see the parts I do not show,

While others watch me gently glow.

To some, I’m flawed, a missing part,

To some, a tale that stirs the heart.

Yet just as I am, I shine with grace,

Perfect for Earth, in time and place.

And truly, that's all I need 

To simply be my own self." 

~🖋️ Poulami