The new hunt; Fascination

Fascination was the treasure she hunted
A long black tunnel, glowing in silence
She walked in, pierced by light's needle
A flicker, a taste and then it was gone.

How the mighty disappoint, she thought
Every mountain reeks of the same rigidity
And for a moment, she had felt it move
Oh stupid me! She scolded her profanity.

She dreams of an alpine in the plains
Even the seed had appeared before her
But it was only a dream, she decided
A doubt, is he just another tree-to-be?

But where is he now, without the soil?
Sprouted and wrapped in a silver foil
Like the child who had discovered him
The poet buries himself for her next dream.

The Shore

Where the shore lies at rest
By a silent sea, and distant birds,
Where the sand eases under weight
In an afternoon of soothing rays
You will find me someday, resting
Waiting for the forgotten footsteps.

Blue in its calmness will kiss the canvas
And the horizon breeze will rest in my arms
A little lost will be my shadow under me
The water shall provide softness to my feet
The time will finally take its long earned break
And in an artist's dream, an epoch shall be framed.

So when you learn to read what lines mean
The breeze will be yours like it's meant to be.
You will find my shore, in your very own eyes
And the blue will fly where the seagulls reside.
What of my shadow that the afternoon dries?
That belonging, Sweetheart, will forever be mine.

Brishti anasrishti

Halka brishtir madhye load shedding hoyate Raktim ektu biroktoi bodh korchilo. Eke shonibar, EPL er din; tar madhye brishti te baire beronoo pondo! Almarir bhetor theke ekta mombati ber kore Raktim seta jwalalo. Shyambajar er paanch mathar mor theke mote 200m er moto hnatlei Raktim er mess. Ranaghat er chele, Kolkatay ekta besarkari company te chakrir sutre thaka. Je bariti te Raktim thake seti dotola. Opor tolay barir malik swaparibare thaken. Nicher tolay ekta uthon, ekta shared bathroom o toilet, ekta kitchen er sathe tin te thakar ghor. Rastar diker ghor ti te Raktim thake. Bhetorer duti ghorer prothomtay thaken Ashim babu. Ini abostha-bipanyo ekjon ukil, boyosh 45 er kachakachi. Anyo ghorti bhara niyeche college er ek porua, Sayan. Ei chele tir boyosh 20. Jaypuria college er English Hons. er chatro. Kaktalio bhabei eder boyesher majhkhane pore geche Raktim.Tar boyosh 32. 

Mombatir pashe ekta kobitar boi niye Raktim samay katate chailo. Or ghorer ekti janala rastar dike o anyo ta uthoner dike. Kobitay jodio mon boschilo na Raktimer. Ei brishtir madhye chata niye beronor chele o noy, kintu ei abohaway mon ta cha r telebhaja khubi chaiche. Emon samay or ghorer dorjar kora narar awaj elo. Ashim da dakche, r ki!
Dorja khultei tak matha bete moto ekjon manush ghore dhuke elo. Naker niche soru ekta gnof. Dari othe na, tai clean shave kore thaken byakti ti.

Ashim da : Uf! ki jwalaton bolo to he!
Raktim : ki r korben? Kothao taare gaach poreche hoyto dekhun.
Ashim da : Amader line to nich diye ashe bapu. Kon century te achi bolo to!
Raktim : Apni korchilen ta ki ghore? Amar to match dekha ta mara gelo.
Ashim da  : Chutir din ki korbo he? Ghumacchilam.
Raktim : se to dupure shuyechen. Tahole to bolte hoy bhalo hoyeche current giye.
Ashim da: Roder madhye mokkel khunje berai bujhecho? Tomader moto AC ghore din kate na amar.
Raktim : Aha chotchen kano? Ekhon ghumacchilen. Er por to raate ghum hoy na bole daktarer kache chutben.

"O Raktim da!" Bairer janla theke Sayaner hnaak bheshe aslo ghorer bhetor. Mathay chata niye donto-bikosito chele ti plastic-e mora ekta thonga duliye dekhacche. "Aloor chop, beguni; cholbe naki tomader?"

Ek gaal hashi niye Raktim bollo, "Are cholbe ki bolchho? Urbe urbe."
"Uru Uru, mon ta kore uru uru" gayite gayite Sayan bairer dorja khule uthone dhuklo. Tarpor chata rekhe barandar kache astei Raktim or haat theke thonga ta niye nilo. Sayaner haat pa dhoya hole dujone mile ek sathe Raktimer ghore elo.

Raktim :Ei je Ashim da, dhorun. Ekdom gorom.
Ashim da (hashi mukhe) : nebo nebo. tomra nao age.
Sayan : Koi dekhi dekhi, beguni ta kintu Shyamal da bere bhaje.
Ashim da : To tomar college aj chuti dayni kano?
Sayan : Kano aj ki?
Ashim da : seki. saradin brishti hocche. manush berobe ki kore bari theke?
Sayan : Ashim da, apnader din r nei. Manush ekhon berote pare rastay.
Ashim da : ta obosshyo pare. amra to bhai brishtir dine chuti katatam.
Sayan : Hya ta bojhai jay.
Ashim da : Mane? ki bolte chaicho?

Abostha ektu besamaler dike jacche dekhe Raktim bollo, "amar to chop ta darun lagche. ki bolen Ashim da?"

Ashim da : Hmm.
Raktim : to Sayan aj ki poralo shuni.

Sayan o Raktim bondhur moto. Raktim er literature e interest ache khubi. Tai aro Sayan er sathe tar mil. Sayan Ashim ke khub ekta pochondo kore na. Lok ta khali sob kichu ke galagal kortei byasto. Ei tin joner keu i bibahito noy. Tobe Sayan er girlfriend ache, Soumi. Soumir sathe Raktimer porichoy thakleo Ashimer samne take kokhoni aneni Sayan. Boddo beshii sekele r khitkhite ei lok ta, or mone hoy.

Sayan : Shakespeare. Antony and Cleopatra.
Raktim : Mukherjee babu class ta korte parten. ki bolis?
ektu heshe Sayan bollo, "thak. korle hoyto bobar mukheo katha futiye dito, ke jane?"
Ashim da : ei je chokra, tumi cinema banate koto kath khor pore ta jano?
Sayan : kon cinema? bhalo na baje?
Ashim da : Uh! roab dekho cheler. Shono, amader samay to jano na ki haal chilo industryr. Ei Bumba da, chiranjeet da, Abhishek, Tapas Paul jodi na thakto...
Raktim : Are charun to oi gandu tar katha.
Ashim da : ki bolle? gandu? Ei Tapas Paul jokhon dadar kirti kore tokhon jano ki craze chilo? Tomra sudhu ekhon tar lyaje-gobore abostha dekhe khisti korcho. r amay khitkhite bolo.
Sayan : Meye der niye je orom bhasay katha bole tader ei generation eromi reaction day. Apni TMC bole gaaye lagche apnar.
Ashim da : accha? ami to noy TMC. Tumi ki he?
Sayan : ami kichu na.
Ashim da : na narkel na snash, ami holem hawa.
Raktim : oke bhyangacchen kano? Political colour thaktei hobe ki sob samay?
Ashim da : Na ta kano thakbe bolo? Prem thakbe. Mon laga lagi thakbe. Bicchiri chitkar jake naki gaan bola hoy, tao thakbe. Politics r kano thakbe?
Raktim : Politics thaka r political colour thaka to ek noy.
Ashim da : Tai naki? Emon ekta political movement dekhao jetay age ba pore rong lageni.
Raktim : Duniyay? Naki deshe?
Ashim da : jeta icche.
Raktim : Ireland er feminist movement.
Ashim da : abar osob feminism teminism tano kano bhai?
Sayan : kano? thiki to udahoron diyeche. naribaad-e biswas nei bujhi apnar?
Ashim da : tumi thamo to he. premika jedin anyer haat dhore hatbe sedin sob baad-i baad hoye jabe.
Sayan : ke boleche apnake?
Raktim : ei dara dara. uttejito hosh na. Ashim da, udahoron to ami dilam.
Ashim da : Tumi nischoi jano se deshe mahila der party ache. otoeb rong tao ache.
Raktim : Besh apnake deshi example dicchi. Rabindranath.
Ashim da : Uni to lekhok, kobi, gayok, bhagaban. Onake teno na.
Raktim : Apnar kache hote paren. Amar kache to uni ekjon uccho storer manush. R onar movement to political botei. Ekadhik udahoron uni-i rekhe gechen.
Sayan : Vidyasagar.
Raktim : Shabbas!
Ashim da : Er por bolbe Ram Mohan. Tar por Kejriwal.
Sayan : Apni age bolun preme porechen kokhono?

Hothat erom ekta proshner teer-e obak hoye Ashim takalo Sayaner dike. Baccha chele tobe hab bhabe bishal kichu. Pore to byata Jaypuriay. Jadavpur, Presi ba Xavier's holeo noy hoto. Ingreji pore r nijeke bileti bhabe!

Ashim da : Prem bojho?

Ghorer baki dujon erom ekta uttor peye montro mugdha hoye Ashimer dike cheye thaklo.

Ashim da : Jiggesh jokhon korlei tokhon shono. KIchu manusher jibone bhalobasha oto sohoj hoy na.
Sayan : 90s er sad story bolben ekhon?
Raktim dhomke Sayan ke thamay, "chup ekdom. Apni bolun Ashim da."
Ashim da (Sayan ke) : ki mone koro he? Sob bujhe gecho duniyar? Narider rights niye eto bhabna, eto dorod. Kauke pochondo hole seta take janate kamon lage?
Sayan : kamon abar? bhalo.
Ashim da : Kokhono emon hoyeche je jake bhalo laglo take bolte parle na?
Sayan : hya, hoyeche.
Ashim da : Emono ki hoyeche je kaukei bolte parle na je tomar ek jon ke bhalo legeche?
Sayan (ektu bhebe) : khub personal hole to nai bolte pari.
Ashim da : kaukei bolte parcho na erom hoyeche kokhono?nijer best friend keo na, dada, didi, ma, baba, anyo bondhu, kaukei na. sudhu nijer madhyei gumre rakhte hobe sara jibon emon hoyeche?
Sayan : Na. Ami chepe rakhi na. kauke na kauke to bolei di.
Ashim da : sudhu tumi na. praay sobai tai kore. praay.
Sayan : Apni bolen ni?
Ashim : Ami tokhon school e pori. Amader co-ed school. Amar best friend-er proti hothati ekdin dekhlam bhalobasha asche. Take dhorte icche korche, take dekhte thaktei icche korche. Tar chokh, thont amar mathay ghure beracche. bari phire tar chobi enke fellam. Nikhnut. porer din take dilam-o. se to khub khusi. kintu kichui bujhlo na amar moner madhye ki hocche tokhon. Esob class 9 er ghotona. Bochor dui sudhu bhablam take bolbo ki bolbo na. kauke bolte partam na. jantam keu bujhbe na. je bujhto take boltei to sob bhoy. Ekdin se amay first period-e bollo je se ekjon ke propose koreche ebong uttore "hya" shuneche. Amar moner bhetore gore otha du bochorer attalika bhenge churmar hoye galo. Haslam. Bollam, "dekha korabi na?" Se amay third bench-er majhkhane bosha meyeti ke dekhalo.
Er poreo amar bhalo legeche anyeder. kintu ki jano to eto sohoje amra bolte parina je bhalobashi. Allowed noy. Tomader kache bhalobasha bilashita. Amader kache obhab.

TV er awaj hothati jeno sob bhenge deoyar moto beje uthlo. Tube light alomoy kore dilo ghor. Mom ta nibhiye Ashim ghor theke beriye nijer ghore chole galo.

Sur

Jekhane poth bnekeche
Mather dhare sandhyakale;
Jhorer megh jar batayone,
Sei sur-e aj gaan diyeche dola.
E gaan noy hariye jaoar
Noyko adou chaoa paoar;
Eto to sudhui tomar amar
Notun basanter fuler dala.
Jokhon raat nambe chokhe
Aar ghum harabe karmo-srote
Sei bhore sokoler nibhrite
Tomar ghorer bhangbe e gaan tala.
Tai hridoy-ei borong rakho amay
Sob tarar alo jekhane chhoray
Swaralipir onke katte dao samay
Madhyanye khunjo na notun jatra pala.

Prarthona

Tumi jetha hariyecho
Harate cheyecho barbar
Sei baganer jhora bokul
Aj amar muthoy rongin.

Sokal-e ekai shunchi pakhir daak
Nei kono haat jar sparshe nirbaak
Sampurnota amay bhore rakhe;
Amar gaan hariye jay ekakitter byarthotay.

Je gaacher aaral theke tomay dekha
Sei gaach-o aj amay shantonay bholay
Amar pa atke jay matir shikore
Pakhna nei tai hahakar-o nirobota pay.

Jake daki mor antorer taronay
Se sara day sudhu tomar bhalobashay
Je poth bechechi nijer sadhonar tore
Sei poth alokito koro tomar ashirbade.

Ja dukkho mor dhuye dao gyaner srabone
Aandhar bhenge niye cholo more aloy
Amar dik nirnoy tumii koro, tomar sure
Sob asomo ke soman koro premer chnoyay.

Amar truti hote mukto koro amay
Gaaner barsha hok shantir sandhyay
Chahidar shekol chire dao brihotter daan
Jagyo koro amay; aar nei kono protidan.

Alor sagore amay bileen koro.

Sundori Sandhya

Amar kul bhaslo satyir jowar-e
Srot dheu-e hariye boye jay
Sudur digonto bistrito sandhya-e
Jekhane sankher awaj, sundorir chhaya-e.

Je megh jhor-er ashonka dekhiyechilo
Kokhon kete galo kheyal hoyni noukay
Dolay kono chhobi-o uthlo na jontre
Roye galo bhorer ghum chokhe, patay.

Tomar itihash lepte niyechhe nijeke seet-ghume
Take narte gelei chhobol er shonka theke jay
Tai pari diyechi ulto srote, chand o tarar majhe
Jekhane anyo pare projapoti paoa jay.

Ei sandhya mishe geche nutan puratone
Raat khelbe alo andharir chhoya-chhui
Amader pukur par aj-o amay pay
Tai nirdwidhay urte paro, hawa jedik boy.

Ahamyok

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