Polka Butterfly !

You are Pocus Polka butterfly!
And there are sure many reasons why you fly.
It's a buzz that's yours in my indigo air,
But your flight needs to fly everywhere;
With dots as spots on wings that flicker ~
Lilac yellow colour in lazure liquor.
The bright haze stays, but the yellow not.
And the you in you screams, that white steel rod.
Have you ever heard? Have you ever thought?
Without knowing you, what you have ever got?
I got a friend in time, and the ring I have.
But I don't really have everything that I have...
This dozen and a quarter is all you sniff
To smell the black clay, and leave your grief.
A maze to questions with answers to maze,
Thoughts you weave for the mind to graze.
A scatter of toothpicks in your head,
Will take some time to go to bed.
So wait till the wait does multiply,
When you will say and not just lie,
"I am the Polka butterfly!"

Bhabuk, shey keno?

Esho,

Bosho,

Ektu jirao.

Kothaye jao?

Jete hobe,

Oneyk duur jete hobe

Accha besh...

Kintu kothaye jabe?

Kothhekey asha shuni?

Oijey, odik theke

Oneyk ta poth eshe gechi

Ar beshi shomoy nei

Aaro oneyk poth jete hobe

Ta oneyk ta poth eshecho,

Aaro oneyk poth jabe,

Phirbe na bhaya?

Eto proshno kisher moshai?

Jete toh hobei re baba

Shobai je jacche!

Haan, ta thik

Jete toh hobei

Shobai je jacche...

Nah kichu na,

Ei koutuhal, ar kichu na...

Katha bolo...

Dekho,

Shono,

Bojho...

Katha bolo...

Dekhao,

Shonao,

Bojhao...

Shikhio na!

Kintu na shekhaley...?

Shikhio na!

Shikhtey dao...

Tarpor?

Bhabtey dao...

Bhabuk...

Shey keno?

Ekta gaach,

Taar duto chhaya.

Tomar ki duto chhaya ache?

Koi? na toh...

Amar toh ektai chhaya!

Achhey, achhey bhaya achhey.

Thik kore shudhu dekhtey hobe.

Dekhabo?

Haan dekhao dekhi...

Shomoy houk, thik dekhabo.

Accha boloto, nijeke dekhtey pao?

Haan, roj dekhi, ayenae...

Oi snan kore chul achrabar shomoye.

Accha, tumi chhobi aako?

Chhobi?

Nah nah, oshob amar dwara hoyna.

Cheshta korecho?

Oi murir thongaye hiji biji ketechi...
Pakhi, phul ar pathor dekhe...

Aar,
Nijeke dekhe?

Nijeke..?

Haan, nijeke...

Dhur moshai, ki je bolen?
Nijeke dekhe abar chhobi aaka jaye?
Ki bhabey dekhbo?

Keno?
Ei na bolley je ro dekho?
Ayenaye?

Haan... kintu shey toh...

Ekbar cheshta koro!

Ayenaye dekhe nijer chhobi?
Thik ache, cheshta korbo...
Kintu chhobi eke ki hobe?
Nijeke toh roj i dekhi...
Tatey ki labh?

Shey pakhi o toh roj i dekho,
Phul phol pathor o toh roj i dekho,
Ekbar nijer dike cheye dekho!

Accha tomar ki kortey bhalo lagey?

Amar?
Amar lebu lozenge khete bhalo lagey...

Accha, aar?

Amar circus dekhtey bhalo lagey...

Besh, aar?

Gaan shuntey...

Gaan shono?
Gaan shuntey bhalo lagey?
Ki gaan?

Gaan... bhalo bhalo gaan!

Kon bhalo gaan?

Accha moshai,
Apni toh dekhchi proshner pahaar!
Eto proshno kisher bolun toh?

Nah nah kichu na,
Ei... koutuhal, ar kichu na...

Katha bolo...

Dekho,

Shono,

Bojho...

Katha bolo...

Dekhao,

Shonao,

Bojhao...

Shikhio na!

Kintu na shekhaley...?

Shikhio na!

Shikhtey dao...

Tarpor?

Bhabtey dao...

Bhabuk...

Shey keno?

Je dik mon chaye, shey dik jabo...

Haan jabe, kintu jano ki keno?

Keno..?
Mon chaye tai, abar keno?

Mon chaye, bhalo...
Tobey shetai ki shob?
Moner shonjom?

Shonjom?

Shonjom kore?

Oma,
Shonjom na korle toh pouchhotey parbe na!

Accha,
Kothau na kothau ki pouchhotei hobey?

Haan...! Oboshhoi pouchhotey hobey..!
Na pouchholey toh onyo shobai pouchhey jabey!

Kintu kothaye shuni?

Haat tey thako, thik pouchhe jabey...

Haatchi toh...
Shetai toh bhalo laagchey!
Kothau ki shotti e pouchhotey hobey?

Shudhu bhalo laaglei hobe?
Kothau na kothau toh hobe!

Haan, jabo...
Kintu  pouchhobo na...

Arey! Jabey kintu pouchhobey na...
Shey toh ek i holo?

Nah...
Ami shudhu jetey chai,
Pouchhotey chai na...

Kintu keno?

Karon,
Haat tei amar bhalo laagchey!

Accha, shei jekhane bolchiley,
Shey khane pouccholey ki aaro bhalo laagbey?

Nischoi laagbey! Shobar i toh laagchey!

Kintu kotokkhon?

Maney?

Maney kotokkhon bhalo laagbey?
Accha, shey khane pouchhey tarpor ki korbo?

Tarpor aaro ektu pouchhobey...

Ar tarpor?

Tarpor aaro, aaro beshi ektu pouchhobey...!

Taader shobar ki bhalo laagchey?

Haan bhaloi toh laagchey,
Maney karur kharap toh lagche na!

Nah, kharap keno laagbey...
Tobey...

Kharap na laagar manei ki bhalo laga?

Katha bolo...

Dekho,

Shono,

Bojho...

Katha bolo...

Dekhao,

Shonao,

Bojhao...

Shikhio na!

Kintu na shekhaley...?

Shikhio na!

Shikhtey dao...

Tarpor?

Bhabtey dao...

Bhabuk...

Shey keno?

This is what you choose...

Plastic dreams,
Or the shiny blue tie?
Little tin soldiers,
Or the grey black sky?
Decide...
Where do you want to head to?
What is it that you choose?

The purple hanger,
Keeps hanging you still.
One last trip,
You can't but feel.
Beyond your existence,
Or just within?
What is it that you choose?

The little kid inside you -
The mad, the sponge, the hungry fish!
A vaccum of uncared insanity,
Has licked and milked and made you this!
Look... It was you! And look... This, is you!
This, is where you head to...
This,... is what you choose.

I chose to choose

There was a time when I chose to choose...
There will be a time when they'll realize...
Why?

Ebony coffin

Handsome collars. Lilac hue.
And a little blue suit
With a little blue hoot.
He lies now.
Gorgeous scent,
Of jasmine blue
Swirls with the dancing smoke
Of incense, and oil,
Of despair, and toil.
This coffin describes your gone being.
Choked.

Indigo darkness. Indigo mind.
I sit in this corner leaving the chase.
I fit here. Perfectly.

The End

I am Rose,
The thorns well in prose.
Black tears, thick black...
Speak of crooked laughter, ...tragic humour in your eyes
We don't belong here. I do.
They do. With chains. With some matter and some wise.
I don't belong here. Do you? I do.

The hour comes, the sand flows...
You keep going till it goes.
I am not the one. I am just a one.
They can shout, they can curse...
They can scream by the book of words.
Can't but part this part away from the dust.
I didn't decide to be a part. Did you?

Thoughts that come when you are.
Words that ring like guns in a war.
Pain, Pain, Pain...
Is one gift when you were born.
Who chose? Who knows? Who you are?

Who will you be? When it's all gone...
When will it be gone? The end... Is there one?

You are man

You are man. You are still a mortal. You are still entangled between the twisted tentacles of this man-made social mind, which is truly morbid yet mundane. And henceforth, it will forever be. Truly, you don't deserve to belong to this philanthropic circus of silly human emotions, which goes on and on incessantly, quite restless with a little smile, a drop of tear, and a stroke of mascara till the day you come to realise that it's all gone... And then, it's all gone.

Nothing remains... at least for you to sense at the end of it all. The last thing that you would want to sense, or feel, or even think about before you leave your last breath is peace, satisfaction and joy. Or maybe 'something' which includes all the three. You do anything, and everything, and all the things that you can to seek that 'something' in your life. Maybe, that is just all you can ever understand about the reason of your existence. And that's the end of it, till you still breathe, till you still think, and till you are still mortal.

You love a woman. You say you love her more than anything else in this world. You say you love her more than your own self. You say you could die without her. This much love, empathy and feeling oozes out of your heart just for your lady love. You do it all in love, with love, for love, just to catch a glimpse of her sparkling eyes lost in you. And this is what brings You sheer happiness. And this joy, almost an inexplicable whirlpool of intoxicating emotions is what you keep striving for till you leave your last breath.

You help someone. You find a job for a poor crippled. He is forever grateful to a good man like you. He is ignorant of how to repay your blessing on him. He finds a reason to live once more. He is painfully happy, maybe a great deal more than that. And that is what brings your soul some uninvited satisfaction. And this satisfaction, almost an inexplicable whirlpool of intoxicating emotions is what you keep striving for till you leave your last breath.

You love your child. He is the one in whom you would want to see Your goodness. He is the one who you would want to believe in the most. He is the one in whom you would want to see a man. You will to struggle, and sacrifice, and even go through pain just to keep a smile on your child's white face. You will to give it all just for him. You protect him from all enemies. You provide him with all necessities. You pamper him with all luxuries. Just out of sheer love, or maybe something more than that. You teach him, you scold him, you mould him into the best he can be. You'll be there when he needs you the most. You'll yet be there when he needs you no more. You'll still still be there when he knows not what he needs. This is how much you love your child just to see him happy. Just to see him a good man. And that is what brings You peace. And this peace, almost an inexplicable warmth of placidity, chastity and freedom is what you keep striving for till you leave your last breath.

You are man. You have a mother. You have a father. And all of you are just tiny parts of a big big machinery, which works just as fine as everything else in this world. And by now of course you ought to know how everything else works in this world!

Even if you think that you are son of Morpheus, the god of dreams, you cannot dream beyond what satisfies your soul, brings you joy, or your mind at peace. You still remain a part of this knot. You have to. You are a good man. You know the value of love. You know the virtue of helping fellow mortals. You know the joy of seeing others happy. And all these qualities indeed make you a good man. But how often do you realise that you really make an effort to show off these special qualities of a good man given to you by your good breed, just because of your own self? Because of your own satisfaction; Because of your own happiness; Because you want to be at peace with your own soul. Still, you struggle. Still, you fight. Still, you strive. You are, still a man.