A nation’s true heroes always remain behind the curtain. The black curtain, created by us. We, those who fear hard work. ….those who income millions a day signing some papers. Who become very tired after one hour of work. …………..we…
In this jungle of emptiness I belong.. Close to somewhere in the heart of freedom. I wasn’t meant to be chained inside these bricks & buildings. I don’t belong here. Paturia, Manikgonj, Bangladesh Posted by Catch the dream on 2008-03-02…
Volagonj, Sylhet, Bangladesh, 2008 Here I sit for a moment. Along the bank of my river… Amid the reflecting sunshine. Ah! Basking in peace, I feel the eternity. …..Because, God lent me the Heaven for a while. Captured from Volagonj,…
In every Star of night His beauty reveals. Every Flash of Lightning.. Reveals his Fury. Every heavenly light I see on the endless Sky… Says, " See, how Glorious yet Furious…. How Furious, yet Generous I am." If u say,…
The homeland contains many homes. And each of the home contains many peoples. And a homeland is nothing but the a group of people. Keranigonj, Dhaka, Bangladesh. A home over the River Buriganga. Posted by Catch the dream on 2008-05-30…
Dhaka, Bangladesh, 2008. The root of all evil. The root of perpetual happiness. The circle of the devil. The trap of devouring greediness. Captured from Dhaka, Bangladesh. Street Money Exchangers flock in some footpaths of Dhaka, where new bank notes…
A shabby little hut, Without any light…. with predominating darkness. There live two young souls, Who are enlightened in their own lights. Captured from Narayangonj, Bangladesh. The sister and brother in their little home on the bank of Shitalakshya river….
Making "impossible" a possible term was one of the first criteria to the way of modern civilization. Humans on this earth conquered the process of movement by inventing the wheel. Boats and Ships made the journey over the oceans and…
On the other side of the wall.. Lies my past…. If I could jump over the wall… I would take back my childhood with me; Nothing else. Demra, Dhaka. Children are jumping over each other. It’s one type of game…
Buriganga River, Dhaka, Bangladesh. Small boats, big boats. They all ply the ancient water. They all transport the humans and goods. They all clog the river. Since birth, this river never remained calm. Oars of boats, Blades of steamers cut…
