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কলকাতা ; তোমার ,আমার কালির দেওয়াল
হাজার কবিতার প্রতিশ্রুতির শেষ সওয়াল
ক্ষুন্ন বুকের স্পন্দনে জ্বলে ওঠা রংমশাল
হাতছানির আবছা বাতাস, হতাশা বেসামাল।

প্রশ্ন আজ রাস্তায় শীতের ঝরা কিছু পাতা
যা পেরিয়ে হেঁটে চলেছি, চোখে শূন্যতা
যাকে রাগে বন্দী করেছিলাম খাতায়
সে রাগ বৈরাগীর একতারায় কোথাও লোপাট।

এখনো কিছু গাছ বেঁচে আছে তোমার শহরে
যারা রেলিঙের ফাঁক দিয়ে গাড়ি চলতে দ্যাখে
মাঝরাতে যাদের ঘুম পারানো তোমার স্বভাব
তারা জেগে ছিল ,  উত্তরমেরুর খোঁজে।

হায় কলকাতা!
রাতের আঁধারেও তুমি আজ নও অচেনা
তাহলে আর কেন অলি গলির লুকোচুরি?
 ইতিহাসের ভারে আজ ইতিহাসের দোরগোড়ায়
তুমি দাঁড়িয়ে, চিত্রক নিজেই যেথা  রংতুলি।

তাই থাক, আমাদের কথা অবাধ্যই ভালো
যেমন গোলাপের কাঁটা রক্তের আলো ,
শব্দছকে বন্দী যন্ত্রণার যত সাদা কালো
সেতুর  নাম বিদ্যাসাগর ,  দুটি কূল এলোমেলো।  

What it feels

I miss what it feels to be a child again
I am a dusty portrait of myself now
A forsaken leaf, in winter's winds
I am the green of the forgotten past
Where footsteps cared to walk off shoes
I am today the void left in the bark
Waiting for the grasshopper's peek
I still have a beating bleeding heart
And I long for the stone I am yet to be.

I narrate myself to the sepulchre
Where dots of fire form helical ink
In the woods of lonely nothingness
My shoulders ache when fingers speak
Deepest nights meet my dreams
And circle into the cloudy trees
My walk of death isn't a narrow escape
It slow poisons and lets me be.

Silence

My words, like handsome raindrops
Fell all over her window panes
And the glass shattered under their weight;
She wrote to me of a thousand sorrows
Questions, begging for another tomorrow
Yet, like raindrops, the silence fell.

New dust gathers all over my portrait
Colours, thick and past stay hidden
Like they were probably meant to be;
In your eyes I am a few random pixels
A one shot, Expendable memory
And yet the dust tells another story.

My sky is cloudy tonight
Pastels, all white and grey
Lightning, wings of a thunderbird
Fire, where rhymes once stayed
Courtrooms burn along my spine
For judgement's never in love's way.

God

Is God happy? He appears to be mysterious but can a mystery exist without clues? So he is a creator. But what was his source? If he doesn't feel either pain or happiness, how does beauty flow from him?
God must not be human. Have you ever thought of the 'inhuman' atrocities happening in the name of God? But again, inhuman is in-human.
So one day God woke up from his slumber. He looked around. There were goddesses, and cows and money (during those days there were only black and white televisions, so we couldn't guess the real colour). There was wealth, benevolence and darkness. But our dear God didn't have a friend (since ek ladka aur ladki kabhi dost nahi ban sakte)! Basically our God was lonely as we have always been taught that there is only One God!
This is probably when he decided to have fun. He met specifically Indian sadhus and introduced them to tapasya. In other words, he asked our philosophers to be inward looking : 'God is within us'.
Cut to your own existence. You are alone, are you not?

Now let's play this game with God. My experiences have taught me that our playmates have a higher chance of becoming our friends than those who never play with us. So let's make God happy. In each game there are two outcomes : winning and losing (draw isn't an outcome, it's an order for children to be imaginative). We know what his goal has been. That makes our one simple. Let's not be inward looking for a few days. Let's look at each other. If God is within each of us, let's seek him from someone else but ourselves. In bits and pieces let us understand him. It won't harm if in the process we end up understanding each other.

Dear God,
I love you. I really do. I believe that I can be your friend, through my friends. I know you have too much love to handle anyway from so many beautiful goddesses. Yet, we burden you with our love sometimes. But ek ladka aur ek ladka sirf dost ho sakte hai, aisa bhi to nahi hai! So I will love you with all my heart, but through all the love that I receive. To be honest, you made life easy. As they said, "Bas saans lene ki zaroorat hai."

yours sin-clearly,
yours truly.

p.s. 4th wall breaking alert :
He/She , ki fark payenda hai?