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!
Nov 8, 2011
Oct 26, 2011
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?
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?
Oct 20, 2011
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...
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...
Sep 3, 2011
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.
'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.
Jun 19, 2011
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
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
May 6, 2011
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...
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...
Apr 18, 2011
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?
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?
Mar 14, 2011
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.
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.
Jan 7, 2011
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!
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!
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