Us

Temparature well above 40

we walked on and on;

trees gave us shade,

skin gave us sweat..

salt and water...

the pain vanished,

the mind relaxed;

we leapt over the shallow trench,

slept on the warm bench,

hugged the evrgreen youth,

made love to her...

she gave us the peace we wanted;

set us free and taught us,

to let our feelngs explore..

now that we are back in kol,

once again energy is growing,

so is the urge-

the urge to work;

the work that has to be different!!

Let Us Work

When all the doors were closed,
when the bells in the nearby temple,were all still..
When silence prevailed everywhere,
When the birds never chirped,
When the captivated ones,
Were brutally tortured...

Time took its own course,
Energy came from,An unknown source,
Healed the wounds in the mother's womb,
Killed the goons and built their tombs,
Opened the doors,
Wiped the blood,On the floors..

The wrinkled faces and the trembling hands,
Responsibility to plough the land,
endless poverty and unbearable hunger,
they look at the moon,with the bed of grass under..
the dark sky and overhead thunder.

They clear the roads and plant the seeds,
They remain unaware of,How to write and read,
Let us turn around and ponder a while,
Let us recall humanity,And help them smile.

Me

Bondhu Bhalo Achho?

It's spring time that I like,
And also the rain drops,
The winter and summers are also nice,
When I satisfy myself,with chocolates and creams of ice...
During night time, in the midst of darkness,I look up at the sky,
Along with my desire to fly...
Repeated failure and tears,
pain in the soul and useless fears,
sleepless nights and inner fights,
a deserted house and turned-off lights,
would've been companions,
had there been no option,to play with the tune of silence,
which loves to make love,with my little friend...
made of wood and 6 strings...
blessed by my emotions,
and grasped by my imaginative wings,
for the past 6 months.....
I am all ears to the sounds of silence,
all that I hear is,a little girl crying,
For being thrashed by her master...
A little boy crying out in hunger...
Further I hear,the sounds of fear,
the fear of being left alone,
alone like "The Solitary Reaper"...
I am no Wordsworth,Keats or Byron,
I am just a lonely man,
who reads Sigmund Freud,
and listens to Pink Floyd,
and also Norah Jones...
I w'd love to meet up,
with the DirectioN of my life,
may be u can provide,me with the radar,
I am searching for...
If u want to play your fingers,
on my wooden soul,come and touch it...
and try it all on ur own,
my soul will teach you itself...
and mesmerize you by its tunes...

SeI DintA

Aaj onekdin por hothat, Mone ek ojana bhoy dana bendhechhe... Ek ochena manusher chena sporshe,
Aaj amar chokh shikto hoyechhe..

Phele asha otit,
Molin smritider ontornihito rong,
Aaj abar amar ontor tolpar korechhe,
Aaj abar mone bhoy dana bendechhe..

Sediner sei smriti,
Tomay prothom sporsho korechhilam jedin,
Meghe dhaka chander aloy,
Tomar mukh dekhechhilam jedin,
Tomar lolat e jedin,
Amar thot tar ostitwer proman rekhechhilo,
Jedin tumi shantir khoje klanto hoye,

Oboshese amar buke matha gujechhile,

Sediner sei sondhyar smritira,
Molinotar abhoron bhed kore,
Aaj abar rongin hote chay..

Sei fakashe ronger snigdhota,
Aaj aar tatporjopurno mone hoy na..
Tomar haater sporsher jonye,
Tai aaj chokh shikto hoy,
Kintu tomay choar shahos hoy na..

LiquiD EyeS

It is cloudy today.
The Rays Of Sun,
Engrossed in the Hide and Seek game with the pale leaves of Life,
Are enhancing the contrast between Shadow and Light.

Now!! The rays are becoming bright,
The inside of this dark room is illuminated.
The non-Platonic desire,
The lustful feelings,
All seem to be swarming,
Out of the Window.





The wrinkles on the bed,
Indicates,
An earthly body was present,
In the night that has passed.
The solitary confinement,
With disturbing thoughts inside the Brain,
Craving for a little affection,
But gaining only pain....
All these have become,
The elements of daily Life.

So the leaves that were green once,
Are yellow today,
After fighting a long battle,
And emerging victorious at the end,
Only at the cost of its evergreen feelings.

The clouds will move eastward,
And will enshroud another dream,
Maybe after revealing mine!!

With that hope,
We Just Dream On....

ConceaLmenT

Today when the sun was about to set,
When the crimson colored sky was flaunting all her glory,
I suddenly realized that I am so very lonely...
Lonely like a dew drop on the leaflet of a climber!!!
Or rather, like a single sky-lark trying to avoid the company of clouds....
And to get rid of my loneliness, I committed a murder...



I killed my thoughts,
went to the toilet,
washed off the blood,
shaved off my beard...
When suddenly my thoughts suffered reflection on the mirror and bounced back in an enquiring form:-

"Is concealing so easy?"

Left speechless for a while, the Object recovered, observed and finally realized,




Concealing may not be easy, but it is better than revealing at times!!!

ThoughtS

Natural Explosives have become fanatic,
The sun is BrighT!
But still a Gay wind is blowing.
It's not something you call a breeze or a storm,
It's just a pleasant wind, a soothing one!

The sky is a clear blue canopy-a scintilla of dynamic clouds,
Birds flying here and there,
An unknown tune of nature.
(Not the melancholy one of historic importance)

The trivial, concrete jungle in the midst of natural beauty,
Iron made arrows piercing the Troposphere,
Ozone holes....Harmful U-V rays,
Expected cremation of the Dreamgirl.

Pieces of glass scattered everywhere,
Sand, stone-chips, ferric rods all around,
A haunted dream,
And then, a final salvo.

Going ballistic and being myself,
Self-confliction and intoxication,
Exhaustion ( of the Green Green grass of home!)
Nothing matters...

The inner feud between two age-old concepts,
Convention and Unconventional,
Disciplinarian and Bohemianism,
Wed-crawlers and Web-designers,
Open relations and restrictions...

A sudden mental stimulation,
Recapitulation and obdervation...
It's 1:30 pm,
A long time for the sun to set,
A sense of realization enters into my cranium....

What? That was not figured out!
Everything seeping up through the air,
Upward and upward.

A black spot!
Sorry! a hole in fact.
Sorry once again!
It's indecipherable.

Downward and upward motion,
momentum and energy,
Oscillations...
What is it?
Pain...Flesh....Blood....Fear?
I know nothing.

Maybe...a "mere" Oblivion...
....
......
........
A final conclusion with a clear clarification-
I must say it was a Resurrection!!!