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kichu lal neel churi

jhumko dul

shukno patar rong

r peyajer khosha.

harano ratri din

kebol eke chola

rong dhoa akashe.

tumio to bosey acho

opekkhae.

amar klanto chule

chhayara nibir kore ashe,

ghum debe chokhe? ghum?

kichu shantimoy prem-muhurto?

othoba golapi sopner rong?

Let darkness wrap my body and mind

with a soft peaceful slumber

and fill my eyes with a passionate,

private and dreamless sleep,

as dense as your very presence.

And then,

a mail, a text and a promise

of sleeplessness

for the fourth night at a stretch.

Save my soul tonight.

I give up.

term paper

Thoughts clog.

I am not sure

what to do

how to write

a line that she will like,

academic enough,

formal enough.

Maria Edgeworth

psychoanalysis

and gaping voids

in grounded knowledge.

A loyal daughter.

A mute bearer,

who did not marry

the only man she had

ever loved,

ever cared for,

from the bottom of her heart,

depths of her soul.

she had to have

a clogged heart

and a raging fire

that made her

be so loyal

too loyal

to her dad.

Nothing like a love

lost, battered, bruised,

wings clipped and smashed

against the walls.

Its love, its love,

that smells of a rose

and bleeds....

Maria, i will try

to decipher the wrath

you have so skilfully hidden.

But but but

the term paper thing,

it is so scary.

Invitation

Sunny mornings.
Wet grass.
If u can love,
with all your heart,
really love,
not doubt yourself,
come out in the open
and roll on the grass.
Smell the flowers.
Kiss the leaves
and touch the new buds.
Sing a song.
Hum a tune.
Climb the rainbow
and chase the birds.
But then
if you do
come
to love and live,
don't dare
to leave my garden
when the autumn comes
or winter.
Cant bear to lose
the dew
if you
dont care
dont love
dont bless
dont stay
and leave
listless
without a trace.
If you believe
in fragrant springs
and leaving
behind the winter,
my gates are closed
and I raise a host
of roses
for your name.
May spring come sweet
and make your feet
walk towards
God's Eden.
I am a soul
with tears and joys
words and laughter,
all soiled and heathen.

amader jonno

(1)

Duto janala khola thake.
Amra dujon.
Majkhane ak akash chand.
Amra du-mutho hashir jyostna chhure di.


(2)

Amra khuje choli ondhokar golir majhe
agun pakhir chhana!!
Asholey ki khujchi amra? Nijeder?
Haather kaanch ta ki ayna na magnifying glass?
Amader mukh duto ki ak-i na protifolon?


(3)

Raash purnimar chand dheu-r anchol bhoriye rakhe.
Lal ghor neel ghor amit labanno (no ketoki mitro please).
Kobitar pata ghete khuje chola nijer ostitter chhaya
R kothao ogochore anguler faakey anguler atmo-somorpon