Kichu ful futei thake

ki holo bhalobeshe?
r ki ba hobe?
shei to tui firei jeti
tor nischinto asroye.
othocho tor kachei
peyechi, shikhechi
kibhabe na cheye, chaoa jay.

ke likhbe amay niye?
kolom amar, itihash eo ami
rupkathay sonar kathi to nei
aj kal sonar daam bereche;
tai halogen er sonali aloy
pore nite hocche, na shona katha gulo.

tor prothom premik bhalo lekhe
dwitiyo premik khub buddhiman
baccha chele ta tulonaheen, mulyoheen;
ami bujhi or daam, tui o bujhis
amar jayga hoyna ;  rajya ek, aar
singhashon e dujoner sthan keu manena!

ei bar bolbi, "prem korbo"?
tor roj bodle jaoa status-guccho
amar purono flat er ultodiker Krishnachurar moto;
chokher sabuj ke laal korte samay nayna,
ful futtei joto samay nay
tarpor take chirei nao, ba rekhei dao
murje porte ektu aloi jothesto;
andhokare jeno kader apotti?

 thak bhalobhabei sesh kori kobita
chonde badha na bote, tobe kichu tei na
keu bandhte pareo na kichu satya ke
tui amay parli na, toke ora parlo na
-
ar ektu jaglei bhorer alo dekhte pabo
shei alote prithibi jure ful futbe.
tui ki sekhali bolto?
ekta ful futte dekhte
dhoirjo lagena, bhalobasha lage.

Purono onker khata

ke jane kake bhalobeshechi?
nijeke? bondhu ke?
naki nispaap ei digonto rekha ke?

bhalobasha mane ki?
jontrona? bolte na parar?
naki bole diye udhao hoye jaoar?

ke bujhbe amar shei bhalobasha?
ja choriyechilo jiboner bnake bnake
kono sonkho-cheel eshe upre niye gelo
r kothay chinnobhinno tukro gulo porlo
keu khonj niyeche tar? na, amio nyini.

aj tomake bolte bhoy kore tomar katha
purono premikara bole ami swarthopor
                    bolbe na kano?
tomay dekhe nijeke chinte parini;
tumi je nispaap, tumi bhinno
tumi to amar chottobelar shei sorol rekha
jake phire peyechi aj, abar - onko vule !

Sahosh mondo noy !!

Toder niye kobita likhchi
khub sahosh hoyeche amar!
kintu upay ki?
bhalobeshechi, haat, buk, chokh to purbei.

tora bhinno;
nahole ki ami nirlojjer moto ghure takai?
kintu ami to bhinno noi, kobi-o noi - sudhu
jekhane sobai theme jay, sekhanei pa barate chai.

tobu chailei ki sob hoy?
toke to pete na cheye bhalobeshechi chirokal
bujhli na!
R toke? uff.... dekhar por thekei sudhu avab bodh korchi!

hya tora dujonei achis;
keu chokhe, keu govire -
keu samosto bhabnay
keu alo niye nishachorer raastay!

aj amay ke dhorbi?
ek pa egolei deergho khnaad!
sekhane toke harabo, na toke?
hoyto dujon kei, hoyto nijeke ....

bolchi shon -
bhalobashi, jodio nijer moto kore
shebhabei nijeke dite pari
mithye chara, bhalobashar angikarer toray .

ushno chokher chnoya

ki advut naam tor!
tor namer mane jotota jante chai,
tokeo ki ototai chai? naki dher beshi?

toke dekhe ki mone hoyechilo,
ki icche hoyechilo, sob-i naganyo;
sudhu kono ek bnadh bhengechilo .

tor katha sokol ke bolini
tate amar bhalolaga apomanito hobe-
sobai haste jane, bhabte kojon pare?

khub advut naam tor!
Ma ke jiggesh korte parle bhaloi hoto,
tokeo parchina, ashohay baloker moto.

 roj-i toke kono bhabe dekhte pai
 bhabi, jodi abar tor drishtir kendro hotam!
muhurter por muhurto shei chokher adalei thaktam .

Scheduled for Intersection

There's fire in your eyes
Like I've seen in none else
And I'm drawn yet again
For my burns aren't deadly yet.

I'm unaware of the toxin
That creates my weakness
My world still lacks the medicine,
And as usual, I keep giving in.

How I wish to meet
The woman of my dreams
The grace, the stare, the skin
All in one miraculous being!

Oh wait! Did I see you recently -
On the bus, or staircase or canteen?
The way you looked at me
Still haunts and questions the reason to live.

Should I step up and ask you out?
But I never do that for that's not me!
When it comes to facing you again,
My arrogance vanishes into an abyss.

Hoyto kobi-i thik,

"jeta chilona seta na paoai thak,
sob pele nosto jibon!"

ba hoyto na.

The 2nd Life

He came with words
In a world of silencers...
              They created domains
             Of love, separation, faith;
             They surrounded passion
             With bows and cannons.

He decided not to fight
In a civil war for rights;
The gunmen had other ideas,
Burned his words on a pyre.
Yet with the little life left
He strode a few more steps.

Where did he reach?
What did he gain?
Is he among ruins
Or washing others' shame?
                      Answers belong only to him,
                      Cascading within, yet again.

Dur

nyaka kanna amar janyo noy;
onek kichu na peye, hariye nijeke peyechi
ek samay bhabtam tora bujhbi amay
ek samay to onek okarone mar-o kheyechi!
                     
                                    kintu aj?

chokher samne, dure, bohu dure, kichu dure
dekhte pai amar lakkhya cheye ache amar pane
kono thama, kono porajoy aj swikar korbe na se,
Pabitra shikkhai sojjito amader setu, bisram dondito hobe.


Thaklo tomar katha, besh to aj thakuk
Ekdin naki theme jetei hobe?
Ami to thamte janina, jamon onek kichui janina
Kintu tumi to jano, ami notun kichu tamon korina
Tai thama tao notun amar kache, dourate dao
10 minute e hnapate dakho, 20 bochore thami ni.

Katha

Katha aj-o onek ache, klanti nei
Muhurto prochur, tao naki samay nei
Tui utola hoye porish, bhoy pai ami
emnitei ajana poth, bojha hoyni kichui.

kotobar toke bolte giye atke niyechi
jokhon bolte cheyechi, hnochot kheyechi
tao dakh, katha thik cholei ashe
Nihshabder samudrer, sugothito setu hoye.

A Good Sleep.

We rise, each day with hopes of crossing a new mountain and then we fall by the sunset along the shores of struggle. Someday we ask ourselves, is it worth it? Deep down we know it is, since otherwise we wouldn't be living.

Strike 1: Insomnia

Another night, a few more bytes and an image
A laptop, a wooden chair and a mahogany table
A near full water bottle stands alone like a candle
Streetlamps smile in the glory of their shadows.

At the stroke of midnight I woke up, realizing the air was too cold. Anticipations for a smiling princess lead me to break my sacred vow.

Strike 2: Sleep

A soft bed with a silk cover, a tough pillow;
Eyelids closed, dreams arrive and disappear
How time zones dictate the worlds, far and near!
 One for the records is becoming crystal-clear!

Strike 3: Waking up

Restless arms of time sound the alarm;
The frozen eyes sniff the familiar room:
Rotating blades and illuminated windows
Wake up, they say, the bus is here.

A Night Diary.

Nights paint in silence,
They paint in the gloom of sepia
They speak of hidden colours,
Hidden, deliberately within dark lanes.

A night deals in shadows,
It plays in the presence of past and future
The silence reeks of miscalculations
The ghosts roam in the winds of desire.

 

A River Tale.

A river flows by my garden. A not so famous river, it still holds its place where it should. It doesn't get visitors from all corners of the world but I do pay my visit everyday. I grew up under its tenderness. But so did several others. I wonder where they are! They must be quite busy. In a way I like it. May be the river misses them all but I cannot account for everyone.
The mysteries of nature have such deep philosophies imprinted on them. What is there that I can do for this river which always provides me with so much? I don't feel helpless. I have learned my limitations.

Some people can just give so much to you that whatever you do for them, you'll never feel that you've done enough. It's not your fault. It's just their greatness. The best you can do is never leaving their side.

So my river and me stare at each other. The only sound comes from the flowing water.