LOVE

amar sokol rosher dhara
tomatey aj hok na hara
jibon jurey laguk porosh
bhubono byepe jaguk horosh
tomaro rupe moruk dube
amaro duti ankhi tara
amar sokol rosher dhara
tomate aj hok na hara


Drowning among the waves of Your glory
i visualise
the ocean of mercy,forgiveness
and the touch of kindness
that shall heal me
conceal me
from the world of distrustful images.
i wear the crown of thorns
and bleed today.But
its Your gentle whisper
that tells me You are there
You have been there always
for me,with roses of love
and care and priceless mercy.

my love is incomplete,insecure
and haphazard,i have newly fallen
in love with Your beauty,Your grace
and do not know how to praise You.
my eyes drown in the muck of
civilisation and frustrations
and i perceive while i drown
that You have loved me all along
and i had not known ...
i had not known.

Had i been a lotus,a blooming bud
i would have risen from the mud
and given myself to You
and loved You silently with my fragrance.
my purity would have decorated Your
toes and i know, i know, i know
You would have touched me with love
mercy, care and kindness.

You have been mine and i was Yours
all along
You have been with me
like a shadow,
protecting me from all harm,
all along.
You have loved me like a babe,
all along.
I hadnt known Your beautiful love
all along.
And i thought i have loved You
all alone.

bake a cake

whip me fine
with butter and eggs
and milk
of human kind-ness
and add some
sugar of sultry techniques
and flavour
of charmed existence.
put me into
the mould of
a button
a bowl
a cup
or a tumbler
and stuff me with
cherries of
forgetfulness.
shove me into
the oven of scorching
heat called life
and absurdity
and i emerge
through time
endless
and
burnt, or baked
your cake
of delight
and seduction

stanzas

tell me how
to play
the game
of
bricks and stones
words and sounds
shouts and screams
or silence.

teach me how
to tell
a story
of
cocks and bulls
and marriage
games.

tell me how
to dream
and cry
eat hotpotch
of
red fantasies
and fade-outs.

teach me how
to fry
a fish
and
make a wish
that its babies
must stay alive.

tell me how
to light
a candle
and wander lonely
as a ghost
or a soul
offended.

tell me how
to write
a poem
when voices
scream
in my head
and people
cry their lungs
out for some
unjustified deaths.

teach me how
to stop crying
and writing
stuff
colonial english
and personal
perseverences
in
dark dusk light.

tell me how
to shut up
and listen
to silent voices
of dessention
and kick
the dust
and
kiss the dirt.

teach me how
to dance
and sing
and blow
horns
and pipes
tambourines
and wait
for
death
to come.

sludge and mud

images playing upon the walls
of mind
create frames of disaster
for emotional
explosions.
burn the wicker of the dynamite
and blood shall splatter
upon flowers
of love and innocence.
who believes you?
none.
who cares with a genuine smile?
dare to find out?
masks and pretensions do
clog the drainages pipes
and valves of the heart
and make one insane...
bring the torch
and enlighten the mind
on how to cook chicken
or asparagus soup
or something weird like
Plato's Symposium...
hunting for love
like fowls in a dark night
or owls for that matter
tearing mice with hooked beaks
as burnt flesh screech
for grace, humanity, mercy, mercy, mercy....
the lambs are being shred
on the feasting table, with love
and spicy tenderness,
while the ewe waits
to be milked by the babe...
Grace? Love? Tenderness?
the night awaits
to pounce on you and chew you up
ALIVE

Okaron Bhalobashar Gaan

Kolponae to akash chhoa jae
R tumi to samanno akta manush
Ami din raat bhabci tomae bose
Kolpona te orai rongin fanush.
Kono kothar desher rajputro tumi
R mohomoy jadugori-r karbari,
Sopno sonchoy er krititto amar
Ja mou macchi hoe tomar jonno kori.
Lashhomoyi nai ba holam ami
Nai ba holam rajkumari tomar
Tobu tomae bhalobaste pari
Hiseb nei osru khoroch jomar.
Emnie tomae bhalobaste pari,
Lonka makha rod bristir moton
Bunte pari tomae dhaaner moton
Sunte pari jyostna raater kothon.
Tumi tokhon kon sheemanae bose
Bhabcho bujhi raag raaginir kotha
Surer mayae badhche tomae se
Premer jole tomar rongin nesha.
Basche bhalo du haath bhore tomae
Tomar sopno tar alga chuler jaale
Ghran niccho tar norom chikon toker
R jaccho mete bhubon bhola khelae.
Tobuo tomae baschi bhalo ami,
Nirob baashi sur tuleche buke
Sopno jaale ghire diecho tumi, daan
Diecho nirob gopon shukhe.
Tai chaina ami tomae kokkhono
Oi jacce hawa khilkhilie heshe.
Dukkho amar neiko motei shono,
Bujhi bhul koreci boddo bhalobese?