pothiker gaan

kanna bheja shohor amar

kanna bheja ghor

dukkher noaw-e paal tulechi

ami jajabor.

tomar shone bhab piriti

tomar shone alo

tomar shone chaibo firey

sopon prodip jelo.

tobu akul pother pane

dhaite hobe taane

roibe praane dukher shohor

tumi roibe gaane.

A Drop

A pearl of rain fell from the leaves

and wet her lips with a plop.

He thought it was the Saharan dew

and drank down the drop.

tHe CutEsT LOVE POEM eveR wRittEN

pecha koy pechani

khasha tor chechani

shune shune aan mon

galo mor pran mon

tor gaane pechi re

sob bhule gechi re

chand mukhe meethe gan

shune jhore du noyan (SUKUMAR RAY)

Eurydice Speaks

Tell me not that you have grown old

and bald patches show on your head.

Tell me not that this is a cactus land

and all hopes are dead.

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow

I do not accept defeat

I am not a hollow man

I have come over the lands of verdour

and green peace, rainy joys and silver love.

I bear in me the power to survive.

Come, walk with me.

Let us go then, you and I,
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.

The world shall not end with a whimper.

It shall not end at all.

The big bang may happen as we dream of a fair morning.

As we sing together a hymn to the Lord

for none but the unimaginable binds us together.

Take a look at the small flower that grows out of the concrete pavement.

Does it grow old? sick? tired?

It lives with all its strength and smiles.

I discard the coffee spoon you have taken up to measure your life

and hand you a bucket....

there is a lot of life even in the jarring cacophony of the dead.

Come, hold my hand

and kiss my cold fingers.

For I have come, come to tell you all, I shall tell you all.....

I have patience, you have brains, and understanding eyes.

I have come from the dead, I am Eurydice, come come come

My love....

Winter Songs

1

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

And knowing

It will never be mine again

Losses more losses and losses in pain

2

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

Wrists slit

Drops of blood

Winter and love ...

3

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

Loveless nights

And drowning dreams…

Do you promise love?

Do you dare to love?

Have courage enough to close your eyes and trust?

4

No reply.

Silence.

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

5

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 believe

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

6

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….