রাহুল_です

“It can mean a lot... to have someone really listen to you...”
― Yuki Midorikawa, 夏目友人帳 23 [Natsume Yūjinchō 23]

“It has been a thousand years since I started trekking the earth
A huge travel in night’s darkness from the Ceylonese waters
to the Malayan sea
I have been there too: the fading world of Vimbisara and Asoka
Even further—the forgotten city of Vidarva,
Today I am a weary soul although the ocean of life around continues to foam,
Except for a few soothing moments with Natore’s Banalata Sen.

Her hair as if the dark night of long lost Vidisha,
Her face reminiscent of the fine works of Sravasti,
When I saw her in the shadow it seemed
as if a ship-wrecked mariner in a far away sea
has spotted a cinnamon island lined with greenish grass.
“Where had you been lost all these days? ”
yes, she demanded of me, Natore’s Banalata Sen
raising her eyes of profound refuge.

At the day’s end evening crawls in like the sound of dews,
The kite flaps off the smell of sun from its wings.
When all colours take leave from the world
except for the flicker of the hovering fireflies
The manuscript is ready with tales to be told
All birds come home, rivers too,
All transactions of the day being over
Nothing remains but darkness
to sit face to face with Banalata Sen.”
― Jibanananda Das, Banalta Sen

“[W]e must remember that the finger pointing at the moon remains a finger and under no circumstances can it be changed into the moon itself. Danger always lurks where the intellect slyly creeps in and takes the index for the moon itself.”
― D.T. Suzuki, An Introduction to Zen Buddhism

“মন খারাপের মুহূর্তে হঠাৎ যদি কেউ হারিয়ে যাওয়া নাম ধরে ডেকে ওঠে, মনটা যেন লহমায় ভাল হয়ে যায়। সংসারের মালিন্য, বেঁচে থাকার জটিলতা, প্রাপ্তি-অপ্রাপ্তির হাহুতাশ কিছুই যেন আর স্মরণে থাকে না। বুকের ভেতর ঘুমিয়ে আছে এক টাইম মেশিন, সোঁ সোঁ করে ছুটতে থাকে সে, হু হু করে কমে যায় বয়স।”
― Suchitra Bhattacharya, কাছের মানুষ