Lines Lost

ki chilo amar?

ajo ba ki ache?

shudhu ankhi pote lekha chilo

ak chobi

thoter neerobo akhore chilo

priyo nam

i wander on the lone vales

pining in sacred distances

as i watch over the grim clouds

and caress them in whispers

do ask him if ....

bristi nebe ashey jhapsa hoe

my paper never fills up

The Soiled Princess

My words fell on your grasses of mirth

And showered your blessed being

My letters fell unaware on woven dreams

And mirrored a phantasmal seeing.

I wondered often, have you not a heart

That feels and drips all blue?

The air curled up and touched your breast

To hear heart throbs -- a clue.

I stood apart and a road flowed by,

All trams and buses askew,

You looked on and I looked on,

Those words in the dust just grew.

The tiara on my forehead shone

Like a diamond made of flowers

And I knew in your heart there were

A thousand venereal showers!

I asked the wind – does he want to be?

Can he leave all he fears?

The leaves whispered, it’s too late,

He needs all he bears.

Maybe next time my soiled princess?

Maybe just another while.

I left then with my tears of words

And my letters with a smile.

I travelled away, eight months and a day

Till I knew I’m all done.

I have not any music or poem,

From me, where shall I run?

I offer you my pen, my ink and thoughts

I offer you crushed joys and pain

Songs of summer and spring ballads

Songs of citizen rain.

I have my heart my reed my world

I have my words of God,

I have my pagan joys and bliss,

My sight, my ink, my word.

My love resides in Godly insights

My love resides in dew

I do not seek a material world

To live encased with you.

Your smogs and fogs of darkness bleak

Shall all shed away,

Come kiss your pen

And write again, all eight months and a day.

For happiness we seek to strive

For happiness all trouble unfurled.

For happiness shall lie our bond apart

From the glittering shimmering world.

The soiled princess knows you fear

To walk along even-in dreams,

Your mind is tied, a bona-fide to

The life licked in ice creams.

Shikkha Somachar

Shikkha niye hocche moja

Shikkha boro gero

Shikkha thaka chai kopale

Noile ja bhag bero!

Lit lottery hobe re bhai

Kar kopale likhon?

Ma bab sob kendei morey

Lottery moron bachon?

Kar chhele ta schoole na jae

Kar meye ta bari?

Kar puchke boi-er sathe korbe ebar ari?

Lit lottery, boi pottery

Porar namey gero

Lekha pora shikey chhera

Ja bhag ebar, bero!

Chhera Kobita

Prithibir sob tuku rong jokon mishe jae kolponae

R uthe ashey akta ajob jogot

Jekhane kaloe lal mishe hoy holud

Tokhon neshar abeshe bondho hoy chokh

Sobai bole drug addict hoyto, kebol odbhut kobita

Banae dekh? Psychedilc obhishare eshe chondo bhanga

Deshlai jaali – huh, tomra r bujhbe ki bolo?

Niyom bhenge golpo fedey choli!

phoenix

fingers move across the lilting silk

of green surrender in hazy hopes

i have strained so long to hear a song

of faintest remembrance etched within

washed away, i feared, in the ungodly past

i have heard concerts of a music heart

cushioned and decked in a bejewelled shawl

and have danced in the rythm of spun words

harmony of the stringed perfections

some languages are so personal, so intimate to ears

one knows it in the whispering winds

the music of my core i hear, after a lone year

drowsed in a beckoning saddened saga

do i not know now, what the mirrors are

what the crowns and ascension mean to him

how masks become faces and tear the flesh within

how tears fear to wet the soft eyes that drank a soul

yet, the night blossoms well, bloom in a hundred years

the petals of nocturnal diamonds casts a magic spell

a shadow of seven tales stands before me, a silence is born.

remembrance and love, an existence forlorn

the country flute sings the song encrypted in the air

fingers reach out again, to reconnect somewhere