In your eyes
Friday, December 31, 2010
In your eyes
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
partying at fests
and blood lights
carnivalesque throbs (and I dont care what Bakhtin says, its my poem)
body aches (do not misinterpret)
sliding down the shadows.
And yet an emptiness
in the wild cries cheering
for the dazzling halloween lights
and fires in the blood.
We want to belong, we want so deep
that it bleeds inside
as we cheer and cry for some hard piercing music
tearing the night air and stabbing us
with the feel that we are one.
and desperate to join
smell of alcohol
and lost souls
in the dazed air.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Insecure tomorrows.A career walking down the fog.I cant see beyond what is at hand.
Fear. Anxiety. Loss. More Loss.
Losing you?Losing me?Losing them?Losing us?Losing our stories?Written and unwritten texts?Lines and meanings beyond erased? Histories and hopes denied?
Afraid. Scared. Emptiness.
Humiliation and shame. I just wanted to make you smile and feel proud, so proud, of me!Performance. Fate. Chance. Love. Respect. Admiration. Hopes. Dreams. And love again ... I fail and rise and succeed and lose and win and smile and laugh and cry and fall again and rise ... I refuse to give up. I love my work. I love my self, and love them who smile at me everyday.
I know I will succeed some day and make them proud, make you happy and be happy myself.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Muthi ta khulo na amar, haate shunno ta lekha ache.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Listen to the shadows of mild December whispering under the dark trees.
The cold rain drizzles by and spreads the news of cheer on a foggy morn.
I have come a long way
I have come all alone
I know what it is to weep
Over lost pearls
It will never be mine again
Losses more losses and losses in pain
Hot smokes curl over a cup of tea as the sleeping dog dreams of a tomorrow.
Palms taste the cold and white fumes emerge from the soft breaths between shy lips.
I know it all
How it feels to be so alone
How it feels to love all alone
Unreciprocated cares and concerns
Tears wept hot
Drops of blood
Winter and love ...
A song on the radio transforms the sleeping Beauty inside to a Fairy tale of love.
An invisible presence felt nearby causes blush ... a fantasy? schizophrenia? Love?
Can feel him on the skin
Bright and burning
And drowning dreams…
Do you promise love?
Do you dare to love?
Have courage enough to close your eyes and trust?
Covers, protects, speaks, adores, embellishes, frightens, doubts, tears, kills
The answer lies before the mirror
By a game of chess
On a Shakespeherian rag ….
Do you know what slow poisoning is?
It’s like a kiss
Flows along your blood
Eyes search. Eyes wait as eyes probe into depths, swims over and under, gets flooded with words
And then, postpones.
Hearts chafe and fret, kicking chains with golden hooves and beats enormous wings!
Sunlight beneath them powders down into golden flecks and gathers around entwined destinies.
I know it
I know it all
About sad stories and hellish ashes
But then I trust you
I have faith
I feel I know you
I always did
I don’t know why
But I do
And I am waiting for you
Break the glass if you will
Or look in it deep…
I read your eyes last night
Winter comes, with a promise of faiths and close bonds.
A symphony plays on the hearts’ strings
Of smiles, and dreamy rains
And a whispered promise
To be continued….
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
hiya tuptap jiya nostal
Sunday, December 5, 2010
The brown leaves cover the blue paths
As winter breathes in and we walk quietly
Hand in hand, steps matching steps.
We don’t know that we really exist
And the white drops of flowers smile
Sadly at our peculiar ignorance or stupidity.
We keep on walking in sad steps and thinking
About things we could have, we could make,
We could be, we could gift, and we could weave
Together, had we been close enough.
We sigh in union and a shooting star passes by.
We grow sad thinking that we will not share
The lovely winter evening over a hot coffee.
The silver dawn only peeks on the sky above,
We grasp each other’s hands tighter as the fog
Surrounds us and we barely know where we stand.
We stop, puzzled, at one point, hand in hand,
Waiting, thinking, wondering where to go,
And wishing the other was there, for support.
We look up at the morning star and make a wish.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Sonali rod, sheetol kichu aram,
r ghonibhuto chhayara
haar kapae r mone koriye dae,
ekhane kothao pore thakbe hajar smriti,
shukno pata r muchhe jawa kajol.
Kaaler buke roe jabe ei sopno-kella,
ei ghor gulor golpo, ei baranda gulo,
r tader ghire protidhonito howa
amader shohor,amader kotha-ra.
R kichu dheke rakha hashi makha itihash.
Amader jiboner sotti gulo
shohoj noy, bastob gulo sob alada.
Jeebon tene niye jabe kon srote
ta janina, hariye jabo, chirotore,
onno kothao, onno kono khane.
Kichu asha o chahida boro kothin,
boro obujh, boro maya-moy.
Bhalolagar abesh tuku poritripto
korbe kichu muhurto, kichu khon,
tarpor logenze-r wrapper-r moto chhure
fele debe tumi kono porittokto dustbin-e.
Traffic light green signal dilei
druto paar hoe jabey rasta,
firey takanor somoy tuku kar ache?
Ochin baul sur dhorbe jokhon dotarae
kono goriye chola trainer kamrae,
chokh bujleo tokhon khuje pabena
kono fele asha mukh, jiboner kono prantey.
Haata khunti, jama kapor, bus tram-e
kokhon mishe jabe tel ghaam sindur.
Alu-sobjir torkari te kalo-jeere foron diye
kokhon periye jabe ful kurabar bela,
r hariye jabe kobitar khata tukuo.
Kono ak sondhyae chhadey asbo tokhon,
akasher chotto taara gulo k dekhbo
r bhabbo, ei smriti gulor rong sur maya.
Hariye jawa kobita gulo k khujbo akbar
buker bhetor, chetonar gobhire, jodi
uthe ashey duto akta line ba harano muhurto?
Jeebon boye jabe obikol, obiram, oshanto.
Coffeer chamoche jeebon mepe chola
Eliot shaheb tokhon tar dhongsho stupe
bosey tar korun banshi ti bajaben r akash
alo kore chand uthbe akti kalo meyer bagane.
Bhalo theko shohor, bhalo theko sopno-kella,
bhalo theko tumio. Bhalo thakuk rongon ful,
mather ghaash, aam-er bol, neri kukur, lohar gate.
Golpo tuku sesh hobar agey jeev-e makhiye nao
swad, tentul-r acharer moto. Tarpor kagoj ta
kono gach tolae fele dio, matitey mishe jabe akdin.