Rehai

Opodartho tumi!
Ey morichika samajer ghuranto chakre
Hariye phelecho tumi tomar nijeke,
Hariye phelecho jibon, ek nishphol abegey
Bhulecho tumi jibito!
Ei paaper prayoschitto hobe tomar amari haate
Pashan bhora shudhu eet ar pathore,
Rehai pabe na tumi amar sathe
Nah, rehai tomaye dilam na!

Kalir Khhob

Murkho tui ma, murkho tui
Protidin dhup, joba, ar chandan ey
Bondona koriya pujli jaharey
Aj shey chokkhur shamne ele abotarey
Dakliney tobu tui ghore taharey?
Je biswas ache tor chhata chhobir upore
Shey biswas nai tohar atmar upore?

Ekhon tumio shunyo

Tomare ami jenechi, chinechi, bujhechi
Menechi ami tomare
Bhangsi kopal deoal thukrey thukrey
Maati deoaler chitkey chitkey pore
Shei shukno maatir tukro haatey
Ar makha maati kopal maathey
Cholechi hete bhikhari pothey

Dhormer chakro tobey taanche morey
Ghaar ta dhore ghuriye ghuriye
Tobei tomaye shudhai tobey
Amar shaathe ki mon jurabey?
Bolo taholey
Chitkaar kore bolo tobey
Emon bhabey, jeno mon o pran o shuntey parey

Maatir gondhey modhur gondho
Lukiye lukiye daakche amaye
Taanchey amaye tomar theke duurey
Shorke shorke horke giye pori ami maati tei
Bhalobasha je emon pagol hobe
Jantem ki ar goto kaale?
Tobu shob chhere cheyechi ami tomare

Pora kopal amar
Je cheyechi ami tomare
Chawa pawa mishe giyeche
Jeno ghola jole maati tey
Swacchota ar nei kothao
Mone, praane bone badarey
Hariyeche shunyotar majhe

Shunyo shunyo shob e shunyo
Bhabini boibe hawa eto tibro jhore
Dhudhu mon moru prante eka ami
Dekhini karu chaya ekhane
Hau hau kore ghurni hawa kaade
Chai je koto chutte tumi ashbe
Icche je shei prokashye noy, gopon hoyei thakbe

Hridoyke ke jeno nigrey nicche
Nigrey nicchrey mucchrey dicche
Joto hobe toto hok, aaro hok
Joto pyache chhire porche, aaro jeno mone shwosti hocche
Bhuliye dao, dio na abar
Monke boli bhule jao
Khhoniker jonno urey jao

Bhalobashar ei daan jodi jantam
Kete chhirey kobe kheye pheltam
Phul dilam, dul dilam
Chokhe tomar kajol dilam
Dile ki tumi?
Diyecho bujhi?
Tobe bodh hoy niyecho oneyk beshi

Dewa newar hishab
Tomar sathe noy
Shey shob amar saha poribaare hoy
Tobe thakchi to ami shei deoalei
Parcho ki tumi rakhtey amaye tamo-heyalei?
Bibhishika tumi, dhikkar kore boli ami
Ratno ek, jatno ar-ek...

Khhone khhone krome kromey
Nishwas mor ruddho hoye ashe
Bekheyal ey thakte chaye mon
Edik odik ghure beriye
Kothaye shey tar thikana paye
Bole na keu shudhu hashe
Rakkhosh konthe shudhu atto hashi hashe

Shopne ami dekhechi amar maa ke pagol hote
Mon pran dewa guru jone der
Amaye niye hashi thatta korte
Hashuk tara shoibo ami
Tobe januk tara
Ey amar kaj noy
Amar kaj ami korbo

Aj dekhechi ratri belae
Amar prothom guru shorone
Esheche shey dhore hath maaer
Amare tuley dhoroner
Jonyo, niye je shey jete chaye
Shei thatta hashir doler kache amaye
Dekhate shey chaye tader, amar shopno

Ami tomari hey matongini
Jotoi katha di shonani
Keu toh jaane koto khani
Chepe dhore rakha jaaye
Mon pran o deher kaaye
Keu toh jaane je ritoh ei
Tomari hath dhore shey haat tey chaye

Khhoma koro ar bolina ami
Bolle koto jhamela jani
Nishwo ami, tatei bishwo amar
Ta chhara, amar bhitor shudhu shunyota
Shunyo kaaye shunyo klesh
Shunyo bayu shunyo besh
Ekhon tumio shunyo

Tai toh anubhob korte pari
Shuntey pari dekhte pari
Laal sada kalo bujhte pari
Likhte pari bolte pari
Jiboner gaan gaitey pari
Aaktey pari gortey pari
Phurti tey aj ami urtey pari...

Va.Ra.Na.Si.

Pigeons in a flurry, in a
'Knot' so much to worry
Farewell this time, long old friends
Fly to me when time comes again.
Fly with no fury, to wonder for a while.
Fly so free, so I may see
This fanciful feast, once at ease.

Bulls in a wrestle, in a
Big hungry bustle, tight in a tussle,
Voraciously howl to a thuddle-thud-thump.
Where silence does not measure
Loudness or softness, in empty gallon cans.
This silence breathes,
A deep yellow east.

Vasun-dhara-krishna-sindura
All flow through in one river of love
This sweet aroma, to breathe
Of life in sweat and glory.
This moment in time, we celebrate
In rapturous hues of fussy-dizzy-hazy
Still screaming unheard! Va.Ra.Na.Si.

Mateura

Mateura Mateura
Don't you want to know,
Where your son wants to lie?
In a lap? In a wrap?
In a red cozy cushion trap?
Or those leaves, with the wind they cry
Out for some space whispering...

Mateura Mateura
Don't you want to see,
Where your son flies free?
Through the break of a brook,
And rustle of the breeze,
The flutter tailed grey bird
Glides at ease, shivering...

Mateura Mateura
Don't you want to be,
Where your son stays in glee?
Across canopies of pine, in green serene
Among apples and peaches and plums pretty purple
While a white giant from the distance, stares at me
Gleaming, ...glistening, ...listening

Bitters

Bitterness is sweet. I believe
This bitternes we'll forget.
We have a life too big to live,
It's big big bigger than what we get!

Bitterness is fine
For us to go on and find
The reason for us to stay
This very same way, and never while away...

When we open our eyes wide enough,
We see chaste love within!
So decide in haste if you may,
But if you follow your heart, I know you'll say
This stupid foolish bitterness
Tis' nothing nothing, not today...

Bolo tumi ke?

Dekhtey dekhtey, dekhtey dekhtey...
Shudhui tomarey dekhitey dekhitey...
Aaj, khuje nahi pai tomarey
Lukiye tumi acho hey kotha?
Kaane kaane shudhu shuni shey katha
Tumi bolo tobey,
Rekhecho ki tumi e, lukiye morey?

Hai hotobhaga tui! khujish karey?
Bolchi ami pabiney taarey
Kanna dhore chokher dharey
Rekhechish taar mon aadharey
Tobu, chepe rakha kon ondhokarey
Taanche torey chhayar twarey
Dakche torey mayar bhore
Kaadchey torey jhaapte dhore...

Janish ki tui? ey kanna pore
Ondho je tui aalo aadharey
Bikel pore, noyoner ek mridu aadoley
Dekhi tomarey, tobu nao shey tumi
Chitkaar kore bolo tobey...
Tumi ke? tumi ke? tumi ke?

The swing

I'm caged... Full stop. I'm now swirling in a latitudinal swing... At the moment I'm crying in the cradle of this mother-sworn basket which lures you to sleep... In a sleep where you see what they show, a sublime essence of crystal stained glasses deluding your sense to see, with a splattering kaleidoscope of clinkerring dreams.

And all they show
Is what they have made
None what you can make
I am here now, wide awake
To tell you the truth!
So they give me a taste of their juice
Mixed by men monotoned...
And I doze
Like you and those
Who knows, why
They crave to remain
Here, where lies nothing
But sand, but a tide to learn...
That's all, and just the swing.

Vixen, her name

Fear now...
Fear you fowl!
Fear her howl...
Juicy fangs to clench
My flesh...
My pace I know
Is dragging low...

In a stealing glance
From the opening...
I can see... I can see... I can see...
A rocket on a payroll
Is chasing me...
A hippo in humble cheese 'n' spice
Is flippering flabbering love in dice...
My dove she's gone, flown a-lone...

Vixen, her name now...
With wings she's raging!
She's chasing, she's caging,
Flinching and screeching!
Green blood, her whim
Is screaming screaming screaming!

Hobey!

Ki bhabchho tobey?
Hobey ki na hobey?
Shotti hobey na mithye hobey?
Hobey toh hole kobe hobey?
Aj hobey na kal hobey?
Holeo ba ar ki je hobey?
Ei proshno khelar shesh kobey?
Bhabcho tumi ar ki hobey...

Ar ki hobey bolle hobey?
Shoitey hobey, koitey hobey
Boltey hobey hobei hobey!
Bolo ki chai, tai hobey
Tumi jodi chao tobei hobey
Thik kore shudhu chaitey hobey
Aj hobe noy kaal hobey
Hobar holey hobei hobey!

Megh ashley brishti hobey
Borsha holei shoshyo hobey
Biye holey shishu hobey
Shishu holei shey boro hobey
Churi korley dholai hobey
Dholai holei kanna pabey
Gai kaatley dhormo jabey
Dhormo gelei maan harabey

Ei poth holo shuru shobey
Aaro koto poth choltey hobey
Shomoy er shaathey chhut tey hobey
Chhut tey holey portey hobey
Portey holey uthtey hobey
Uthtey uthtey urtey hobey
Shoitey hobey, koitey hobey
Hobei hobey, hobei hobey!

Him and his remains

She has my blessings. She does not know. Unaware. She does not care.

Even if she doesn't know that she is set to be free before him, I know it. He has to stay. For some more time. Alone.

Symphony she shows. She is supposed to go happy. Because that's all she knows. That's the only way she knows. Harmony.

The tide is breaking down the walls of named wisdom. Its smooth and slow. As if there is no pain. Years, and aeons, and moments, they look the same. They slash. And smoothen the surface. Of those walls so fluently carved and crafted when made. Every lash he tries to stand strong. And slips. And slips. And slips. By now, he must have learnt to slip well, on the smoothness of once dreamt of inglorious palace walls. Lonely as it stills now. It stills. Still.

No one stays there now. Only Him. Him and his remains. And everyone else is gone now. Even her.

Ei Ami

A kaleidoscope of splifferaging colours...
Like lines that don't rhyme, yet sound like poem...
This is me. Ei ami.

Maan harano

Krishnokoli tomaye ami mani
Tomarey ami maan boli
Maan haraley,
Kotha jai ami?

Sheydin guru ghono megh daakey,
Aar mora boshey alokkhoney.
Giyechilam shudhu jharna dekhtey.
Chhilona shey jharna,
Chhilo shudhu aprostut ek barnona.
Shey barnona mele na go roj kaaley,
Kali barnona boli ami...
Kamponey jhakiya othey
Sharbo shorir aajo,
Jodi bhabi shei khhon.
Bhabiney kokhhono bhabiney
Ei amar siddhi, tai
Ei amar bidhi,
Tumi.

Aata gaache tota pakhi

Strange. Just a good word to begin with. Aaah actually, I am eating a fantastic fruit right now. Something called custard apple. Custard. With apple. And I'm feeling strange. Strange to the nest of my... mmm... inner... whatever! The truth is I am ravishingly relishing the raunchy taste of this fabulous fruit, my sweet manna. And the very strange juice of it. You know how it rolls your tongue like a hurricane ride? Sugary, sultry, pinch of soury, crude, a little rude after perpetual panache, right to the word.

Ektu tok ektu mishti,
Majhe majhe alpo kheyal.
Bodh hocche rajar phal khacchi.
Maane phul-phal, haan shei phal.
Bole take aanta.
Hashi pele kichu korar nei,
Naamtai tai.

Ja bolchilam ta holo,
Er shwaad o shourabh,
Thik je rokom jibhe theke
Allad kore,
Bodh kori ami ei muhurtey
Amar nijer astityo hariye
Sheti pran diye anubhab korchi.

Korte korte,
Bekheyale
Ashey,
Je khacche taar chhobi.
Shey ek porajito raja.
Shey raja karur noy.
Shudhu taar nijer.
Shey taar nijer raja.
Shey raja hoyeche
Taar nijer kheyale,
Nijo heyale.
Shey bhebechilo shey parbe.
Shey bhebechilo shey dewal dhore uthbe
Shey bhebechilo shey ekdin raja hobe.

Nijer i kheyale,
Aaj shey raja hoyeche.

Aata! Aaha Aata!
Tomar srishti taar i jonyo!

Tomar je rosh, antarer kosh,
Ki bhabei ba boli?
Ki bhabei ba likhi?

Banglaye,
Ami ashikkhito.
Maa kali bolchi!
Bangla bhashaye hardly porechi
Haatey gona koyekta bangla galpo,
Ar paaye gona koyekta bangla kobita.
Byas, amar dour oto tukui...

Shada table cloth,
Baati amar,
Rang taar
Shada.
Ar taar modhye
Kowa kowa aata.
Aboshyoi khola
Kowa kota chorano,
Ar amar hathe chamuch!
Chhoto, beshi boro noy
Naam tar teaspoon.
Ar mukhe ekti matro taaja kowa
Ar taar rosh...
Maane juice... strange juice!

Nah, erokomti ar hoyna...
Biswa jora ar onyo kono phal nei
Je er kachakachi o ashtey parey.

Er ek adbhut nabhi,
Er ek alada bhasha.

Chhowaye,
Gondhey,

Amar naritey
Dheuer moto,
Kampan diye choleche.
Proti kaamorey,
Proti mochorey,
Bodh hocche,
Protiti kowa ek bochhor dhore khacchi.

Mishti mukh diye shuru,
Ar ek kochlatey,
Ey pith theke o pith,
Jibher shiraye halka tok.
Ar amar mukhe photey
Chotto hashi.
Tushki hashi, ektu byaka.
Ar shei hashitei guri guri koto
Mishti lebu daana.
Jokhon maritey maritey
Makha makhi daatey
Guri guri koto daana,
Ek ashamanyo chinikrito ghorshon chhara kichu
Anubhob kora maana.

Aaj raja abhibhuto!
Ei nondoniyo abhigyotaye
Aaj raja rajokiyo!

Aaj ey aata atuloniyo!
Aaro 99 ta lobhoniyo kowa
Amar dike takiye ache shada baati theke.

Aata shey hashe, ar tota rajar gaaley aaro ek gaal hashi ashe.

Dying to Dawn...

Let’s get lost…
In the wilderness,
Of this wide wild world,
And this wide wild sea;
I so want to be.
Let’s run to the sky now,
And let the skylark sing.
The fire is blue now,
And red is the sting;
Let’s run to the sky now
For the dusk is long gone,
And the sun sleeps in cold.
Hear me tears now, that I’m crying to dawn…

I’m vying to dawn now, I'm dying to dawn...

Nine-less-stanzas

It is difficult for me to comprehend how I am writing this now... I think I am outside my body.

I can just see... small tiny insignificant movements in my thumb tips... with the nails on it... typing some rememberless words and dots...

A faint cry of Jeremy from as far as somewhere inside the seventh bone of my spine shuddering me with a silver shine of shiver... That's enough, and all... nothing else... can I breathe... or even smell... like you always do... Black is your name... nothing now.

I am seriously and fucking swear on seriously going through a goliath ordeal of strangeful painlessness... Body-less-ness... You can never know how painful it is to be void of any pain... Right now at this point of time I cannot feel my tongue... it's serious and dead... and my voice... fingertips... I don't feel touch... sense... lost... I'm listening to some sex style of some Astrix... I can't say how hard and so real hard I'm biting my tongue to even feel the slightest feather of it... Someone's screeching... in a peculiarity... a strange strangle... in a beat... up and low... smooth as a wave... a phosphorous laced crest like the gown of Desdemona... the wave of electrons... and blue light... and white streaks... all kinds of streaks... just without life... not even a streak of green... of life... something so simple spelled out like life...

Lifelost... like I feel I am... now... have become... became... a little while ago... I smoked... She rolled the hashish... Honey sting butterfly... her name... Shit... these lights... are they lights? they're glowing... like halo bright yellow daisies in an animation film... The letters you...! The letters you're writing...! Can't you really see? Yes... there are lights.... how they are glowing...! as hazy as those fireflies in the dusk-sheltered meadows searching for some space to grow old... It's up again... it's taking you there... Me am towards in a screech of hollow... but I can't feel myself... I'm just travelling... in speed... in streaks... in the flow of liquid electrons zilac in colour... I still can't feel my tongue... and it's dancing on... in thumps... the steel wave of liquid electrons... Tiesto it feels... I realize my legs are fluttering... not like the feathers of a cold wet sparrow... much slower... in a beat or an ebb... with the wave... Shit... I trust, swear me... I am not on acid... iamlike... am I? These letters are glowing again... like fireflies in dusk...

You must have been out of your head... You are... Can you feel the zeal in your crotch? Yes I'm feeling it... It's taking me away... it's dropping me... like a free fall... like near a distant star...! Difficult to say or know if its the wind or just the breeze... and yes didn't I say that I am inside an intermittently speeding auto rickshaw...? I must have been high... must I am fucking numb... And don't you dare ask what's the difference...? It is... it's different today... it's outer space... it's differently a lot... totally never before... nothing feels familiar... because I can't feel nothing... not even my tongue... The zeal is taking through...

The zeal is taking through... and the station is arriving... I feel a knock on my forehead like the knock of... fuck it... liar liar... I'm screaming... through every pore... of my self... you can't see... you can't... you...

Things are seeming normal now... A familiar voice of Young is singing a low note... and I can swear he doesn't scream... he can't... I think I'm starting to feel sweat again... I think I can't say what... I want to see the sun now... I lift my eyes to see the sky... and I see... dusk has kissed goodbye...

It's time it's over... it's time for home now... I'm going home now... rolling the stones... returning to soft... as solitude... and I will remember me... in this time.

Dance of Life

I was in a conversation. With clouds.
As she was playing with me. It was her wish.
She wanted me to know.

I was shivering. My teeth chattering.
Waiting for the rain to go. I said its okay.
But it wasn't yet time.

What is wrong with you? I asked.
Almost shrieked. Trying to hold myself in my senses.
She just smiled. And glistened. In the rain.

I walked for shelter. Asked her to follow.
I ran. Into the warehouse. Waiting.
Red roof. White door. Empty.

The door was open. I stepped inside.
And I thought I am dying. I was.
Numb. Nothing. Blank.

She had made it. Brought the thunder.
And struck upon me. Lightning.
Hair flying wet, there she danced.

Misery

I have no clue
Of this misery I'm going through...
Is she running away...?
First I felt it...
In my skin slowly growing a sting...
And I wonder
Where she ran away...

The Stone Rhyme

A puff, then a huff, and I sing the stone rhyme.
This crime I’ve committed now so a-many time;
Singing stories of blue and yellow in dozens for a dime.
See honey-sting butterflies play war in my mind.

They struggle and they wiggle,
And they tickle your brain.
They keep coming like fire,
Over again and over again.
They chain you they pain you,
They cry you in vain.
They grain you they stain you,
They make you insane.

Stoning and blooming are mere forces of nature,
Stoners and flowers look all the same.
Forgiving is a sin in a world of sinners.
Oh sinner, say sinner, who is to blame?

I see foolish people all around,
Doing stupid foolish things.
In a stage of stupid eunuchs,
Clapping their foolish wings.
So I’d like to take a walk now,
In the valley of green.
Where dewdrops sparkle all around,
In my dreams I’ve seen.

So I huff, then I puff, and
I sing the stone rhyme.
I know, this crime I’ve committed
Now, so a-many time.

My mirror forever

I want to see you,
When I want to see myself...
As always...
I see myself when I see you...
You are, and you will be...
My mirror...
Forever... Its true.