Chotushkon

Kobitar angti khule rekhechi porar table e
Jekhane sesh sokaler hawa pardar gaye
Prothom premikar alto romoniyotay haray;
Robibar dupurer khaoar dour je bakshe bondi
Sei table ei tar sthan, jeno shikaroktir stup
Hothat ghono megher gorjone nababarshar ingit.

Bicched hoyeche moner, samay er, kolomer
Sathe mathe hariye asha sobuj cambis ball er
Shunye urechilo bat er aghate, urecho tumio pore;
Chilekothar dhare, ulto diker railing ghyasha prantore
Jedik theke Pujor bajna bheshe esheche baruder taane
Sekhanei hoyto cassette rewind er tar ekhono lukiye.

Sedin pora hoyni, jemon ajker angti sei brityer proteek
Jodio boi, khata, pencil, eraser, sharpener choturdik
Ghire chilo Milo-r booklet e unki mara agamir fnaaki;
Raja, mantri, gaja aar gamini; tobe seshmeshe opore Rani
Sob juddher gondi sei table er gondi kei mene choleche aj-o
Aar tumi bhebechile, bisarjon dilei prithibi hobe chouko!

Kolkata, sleep my Lady.

This is my city; a city suffering from insomnia;
For the events she witnessed have cast a shadow
Over her. Her dreams burn every night among
Street lights; only nightmares flow through her
Broken, dusty roads; Only for the rain to hide the marks.
This is the city where my father played a part
In a theater which still reverberates in history's failures;
His nostrils still rich in pheromones of the gunpowder
Which ate through pages, lives, truth and morals.
In your slumber, my city still waits for an answer.

Flyovers hide beneath them chess pieces, trapped
In the pile of cases, the answers sink deeper into abyss.
Lovers, like misplaced cartons of milk; crimsoned
Along the tracks by the kingdom's escapism, still cry out.
And you keep trying to justify where mystification failed
The hole you dig gets deeper with each lie; But who cares?
Promises, like broken records have long succumbed to the past.
So why not let my city sleep for she has endured for long!
What justice can we ever do to her desires! And when will we
Wake up? For in that moment, time will leave her alone!

Mahashunyer paak

Jol er balti, ki ashanti thanda boro aj
Didimonir naak bekeche, kuchki te awaj!
Hirer angti, parar nengti korche tamasha
Lyangra cheler baddho kole Ronaldo messiah!
Wrong route e cholche gari, bhasche duniya
Prem piriter chokka ludoy naam bolchi na.

Basor raate tashor bajay pukur pare ke?
Devdas ke bhoy peye je sona monir be!
Raater tara, gobechara lonthone tei thai
Alokborsho kolkoliye mahasunyer dhnai.
Cha er gelas, kumro potash bhabche horir luth
Bhebei klanto, abolakanto muchte galo mukh.

Amar tomar premer khatay porche kalir daag
Sei kali tei mukh porabe emni tomar raag
Raager kathai uthlo jokhon gaan geyona aar
Swarolipir bnaake bnaake moni amar har!
Tai to boli, o mamoni mithye katha thak
Prem ei jokhon habudubu, mari arek paak!