Punye kon paap?

Aj ekla boro kobi

sobhyota gaye lagche na

soundarjo mekhe nite chay

shorir er protiti kona-y

uttap chhorate chay shantir bashay.

Bichaar korte chute elo ei sobai

Kobir ki shei adeem nesha chai?

toyakka nei; toke chay pranpone

keno chaibe na? kobi ki poshu noy?

Dupurer grihodahe toke chay

Raatrer sheetolotay toke chay

R(h)arer nasokotay toke chay

Snigdho chumbone toke chay

Rokter agnisrote toke chay

Deergho alingone toke chay

Osther barnanay toke chay

Tor premiker thoke jaoyay toke chay.

Sarboshantoh hoye ja ei kobibakhye

Lutiye de aboshisto naritwer sambal

Kiser tor laj? Kor churno mithya saj

Paaper chorom ponthe hok na punyo aj.

Anarchy's message

Listen, listen to the whispering wind
Streets are about to burn, they say
Remember the pages you once tore apart
The liquid walls are giving away.

Set your clocks for the sunset alarms
Covers are flying away never to return
Peacocks are celebrating the first fire,
The painted world and its golden sepulchre.

And yet, you scream on about your wishes
Wish you were aware of life's disguises.
Alike we are, yet you were too busy to see
Anarchy calls me now, is it the time to leave?

Shei sabdo ra...apatoto

Notun kichui kokhono bolar thakena
Ja chilo, ta thakar ageo jeno chilo
Achomka paoya asroy alga hashe
Jeno ghum bhangiye majhrate ulka-brishti.

Ami duto katha boli, duto lukiye rakhi
Nidrar obhabe bujhi jwala ek matro sakkhir
Ajosro odorkari sabde tader mukti di
Bartaman bhorche sudhu kichu itihasher chobi.

Tukro sabdo gulo tukro bhalobashar motoi hariyeche
Khnujte chaina r, dorkar o nei; biporit srote bheseche
Haate ajo agunti rekha dekha jay sudhu, proticchobi nei
Sedin o chilo na, jedin kopal chapre hatu jole hnetechi.

School palano baccha chele lukiye thake
Ei bodhoy meye tir chokhe pore galo she
Ice cream gole jay, kothin protikkha roj
Ek jholok dekhbe, keu jante parbe na.
Se kichui chaite sekheni, sarolyer tej chokhe
Ei prithibi sudhui tar, ek jon kei ta deoya jay.

In the mood?

Hoods and cloaks protect the neck
As bullets fly to equate payback
In the mood for love, you say
Having lost my leg, I could care less.

Stories, ringtones, pills and mistakes
Drifting in a space without a face
Counting backwards, time dilutes pain
Save your truth, strike another day.