Emni

Sedin sokal shuru holei surjo bole hi!!!

Golap gache kuri gulo olpo futey jae,

Neel akash ta papri mele alto hashi hashe,

r moner bhetor bokorbokor bhorti fishfashey.

Keu jane na, keu jane na, gopon se ak khela.

Shada kalo dhulor majhe, hajar ronger mela.

Lal dopati, neel dopati, sobuj ghasher sish.

Khepate sopne ghum ashena, jagchi ohornish

Chokher majhe golpo lekha, kothok esheche.

Bolbe kotha ki kore se? Jiv-e kamor legeche.

Keu jane na, keu jane na. gopon se ak kotha.

Hajar mukto khuje pawa akti matro kotha.

Samne jokhon elo se tar noyon bhora sukh,

mukher peshi shokto kintu ta-dhin nache buk.

Keu bolo na, keu bolo na,

hashi futbe thote,

onek koste chepe rakha onubhuti ta bote.

Chokh duti te jonak jole, atke thake fuley.

Chul guli tar roy na badha, eliye pore khule.

Mon pathore nam likhecho, dubbe na r jole,

kon jadu te prem harale, mon jetano bole?

Keu jane na, keu bole na, gopon se ak kotha.

Keu jane na, keu bojhe na, lukano se ak byatha.

Keu janena, keu janena,

Kahini robe ki na robe,

keu bolena, keu bojhena,

erpor ki hobe ....

A Second Thought

As I check my sentmail box

litters of laughter fall crushing in.

Cheeks redden and flush deep

with hot embarrassment,

as I realise someone having laughed

inaudibly over all the stupid lines

I have written someday.

I keep telling myself that

I really didnt mean to sound

so stupid, I am not stupid.

But then, I laugh at myself.

And wonder, how silly does

this get? Silly-er? Silliest?

What do people think of me?

Mad? Bad? Weird? Or worse,

Wild? A child?

That is the complaint really.

A child. An overgrown immature

impulsive stubborn child.

I try to conjure faces wincing

as they pen down a stern line,

or a rude opinion cropping up

inside and boiling disapproval;

and poor me facing it all,

red hot, flushed, embarrassed.

Impulses make the kill.

A laughter

is way better than a rude wince

or a retort, dismissal, throwing aside.

A laughter is acceptance, forgivance,

understanding and grace.

A scope for the child to grope

the meaning of such silly acts.

And then, I sit, looking at the

mirror and believing I have grown up.

Somewhere a voice calls,

and warns me in strong lines,

Beware Beware of people out there

who shall not know impulses,

who shall not forgive and smile

in sheer amusement and laugh.

But there are ones who are

full of malice. Bear your chalice

of innocent love and simplicity

with the utmost care.

Simplicity is, my child, not simple to bear.

I sigh and wonder what to do.

There is nothing by which

the harm I can undo but be aware

of malicious fares hidden somewhere.

And quietly I thank and pray

for them who have accepted me

with a smile, and some rosy colours.

Dhoro jodi ....

Dhoro dekha holo tomae amae

Ordho shotabdi por.

Tokhon to thakbo na r ei sorirer

Srinkhole, tobu chinbe ki?

Chinbe ki amae?

Projapotir dana theke jhore

Jabe holud sopno, neel obhiggota

Roibe shirae uposhirae.

Chinbe ki tokhon amae?

Rupoli chul tokhon badhbe

Chander bardhokko,

Mukhe tokhon ordho

Shotabdir manchitro,

R thote roiben Narayan.

Sei kunchito chormo,pokko

Kesh nari ti ki chinbe ki?

Tomae kintu thik chinbo,

Roye jabe smritir otole tumi,

Chinbo tomae bohudur hote.

Hoyto bhule onno karo majheo,

Jeno hotat dekhechi firey

Jiboner sesh teere,

Tumi roye jabe chhonde,

Kono ochin fuler gondhe,

Roye jabe neel akasher gae,

Aleya bhora khatar patae.

Tumi roye jabe

Mitthe bhabonar mohima-e.

Hariye jabo jeebon srotey,

Roilo bidaay durer hotey,

Boibe bochhor hajar sholo,

Tobu ki dekha hobe bolo?

Ordho shotabdi hobe paar,

Khulbe sesh duwar ojanar.

bubbles

dreams are tiny bubbles
that floats on the balmy air
making a pattern of hopes
with an artful soapy flair.

bubbles of charms and spell

spheres of entrapped air
that speak of hidden vacuums
and the final despair.

bubbles are dreams in love
bubbles are drops of tales
globules of myth and maya
that measure heartbeats in scales.

To One Whom I Treasured

bring it on

bring it on

let me see

how much hatred

have you nestled

up your fair brow

how much distaste

stored for me.

hit me hard

harder than that

hit me full on

let me see

how much

rage is pent up

beneath those

cold eyes and

fake smiles

and airy gestures.

burn me up

burn me down

burn me to the core

add more fuel

add more fire

burn me a bit more.

let me see what

else resides in

that dark heart of yours.

hate me good

hate me fine

laugh behind my back

hack me well with

bloody knifes

and stuff me in the sack.

cook my savage flesh,

eat me well and good,

if you were an animal

i know that you would.

after all the love, laughter,

care and admiration,

if all you can give me is hate,

then that is my inspiration.

i have no chains,have no weight,

have no sense of waste.

i can fly away whenever i wish

and change myself in haste.

but i will not run nor hide

i will not turn away

i will not flinch from your hate

i will not make a say.

do what you want,

bleed me to death

tear me to tiny shreds,

if my love had to be killed,

then i bow to no more dreads.