The Winter Heart

I still never see the raindrops fall from the cold eyes.

I have never seen the ocean flow in the winter heart

Always the hard mind struggles with flurry wind

As I assume and hope for heart as kind,

And Something good will happen in the heart of them in the end.

Always I try to open my eyes to look behind the lids of white.

The blankness there, reminds the whole dissemble, hiding the truth of emotion,

Where always try to find the tenderness in the heart of cone.

My heart is in moan.

-Sajia. ☺


A beam of Love had crossed my heart


Once, A beam of Love had crossed my heart
From The heart of a tiny life,
A tiny life of a Blackbird.

The Black window opened wide,
Next to my left,
In front of the sky;
To fly, to fly, to fly;
Towards the horizon where the earth and sky mingle,
Towards the Eternity,
Towards the Cloud of soft.

But, there, the roaring wind was showed her strength
By moving
The stormy cloud place to place;
To cover the Sun, to cover the Moon.
Black Cloud had melted through the dropping aqua.
The Sun was at its edge, covered by the blackness of sorrow.

The Blackbird spread its wings,
It began to fly.
Winging softly
Towards the sky.
The sky which covered with the Black cloud,
Covered with the Loud stormy wind.
Wind groaned, trees oscillated its leaves.

I felt numb.
My throat becomes cold.
My lips dry.
I gazed at its flying movements,
Peeped into the window.
And then,
I saw the bird fighting with the wind;
A spark crossed its heart, coming from the deep sky.
It was the thunderbolt.

My heart had also crossed with a pain of love,
My heart had lost of purity, innocence, and the beauty of nature.
This love comes from the tiny Blackbird; This lost takes me to the hollow cave; I, at last, find myself in a solitary confinement.

-SAJIA AFRIN 3/22/17

The life of a Pure Bangladeshi. 

An Innocent Smile of a beautiful Indian girl.. Source: Aditya nair from Instagram.

People in our country work hard. People in our country never bow to the age. People in our country has enthusiasm. People in our country are soft inside.

Photo Source : insta_bd in Instagram.

I’m talking about a pure Bangladeshi who always make patience as his/her’s strength and gentleness as his/her  power to survive with a civilized mind without any regrets of their pain and sorrow. Life is hard to them as a nature of life which just can  rob; can’t give anything which can be seen by alien. But to them, they get peace through their simple hardworking life. They get life in their green nature as their home as well living in a thatched houses. Their roof is made from straw like a bird-nest and their wall is made by soil. Their kitchenwares are even made by soil and steel. You can never compete with their strength and being a natural human being. They are the real human beings who can show us how easy and peaceful a life can be through the natural ways to live a life, the simplicity is their beauty,  the hardworking is their strength,  the love is more natural and pure than anyone else, the age can never make them bow to the life but just gentleness and simplicity can make them bow to anyone and anything.


#Bangladesh  #People #Purity #Simplicity #Life #Enthusiasm #Philosophical_Thoughts

My EvilMind

Sometimes when we fall in melancholy,  evil thinking arises, even sometimes we break another persons heart, especially our most beloved persons. So be careful when you feel sad, don’t use that sadness as your wicked instrument to break another’s heart like me. I usually do that without realisation and when i get back my sense it’s more hurtful to me after realizing… 

Nature is She

Autumn touches every skin,

Every inch, 

every corner of the nature 

as well as her Chi.

Her Chi contains every beauty of the earth.

Earth becomes perfect through her kindness.

Her heart is so tender that flower also bow.

Sun crosses it’s finger for her lightning acts.

Moon spreads it’s mysterious 

moonlight on her 

to make her mysteriously beautiful. 

Autumn crosses into her heart 

With it’s fallen flowers 

and the magical fallen leaves.

She is the Nature, Nature is She….


Our Origin Root never dies…

Original root of us lie in 

The earth as a big oak tree’s root; 

Deep into the soil, 

Difficult to find the bottom,

 Not easy to destroy the surface .

 But if anybody cut it out  as like  deforestation,

 They never can remove the bottom  root of it.

 The bottom part of the root always hide or mixed into the soil 

As it fertilizes the soil itself after deforestation, loosening it’s surface part of the tree ,

It begins it’s journey through the fertilization of soil


Try to find out a new way to beget a new tree; 

we, the people always try to beget new generations through fertilizing the earth;

Even if we lost our whole making life. 

It’s human who desire to get power, 

Who desire to make life easy, 

Who works for others as well 


After loosening the whole progress 

Through someone else,

We again try to make things better


 Our next generation can start a new big tree life…