Saturday, February 27, 2010

ChhadMobesh

Eka thaktam
RaatribYala bhishon koshto hoto
Koshtota besh upobhog o kortam,
Amar bondhu chhilo
Ghorir du’to kNata –
minute aar ghontar kNata duto
Second er kNata ta ke chintam o na.
Aar kono bondhu chhilo na.

Eka thaktam.
Onek raat obdhi jegey thaktam
Koshto jomchhilo. Onek.
Brishtir joler moto.

Keu gola chepey dhorey ni.
Keu kYamon achhi jiggesh korey ni
Meki bhadrotao dYakhaye ni keu.

Eka thaktam.
Mukhoshgulo ke ghrina korar
unnashikota niye,
Oi ekakittwer mukhosh porei….



Tarpor ekdin,
Bhishon chitkaarey phetey porlo amar prithibi ta…..


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Uposhonghaar

Ekhane amar bari noy

Ekhane keu thake na
Ekhane amar bari noy….

Proloyer porey ki aaro kichhu porey thake?

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Agun, Purey Jaoa aar Shanti Niye Kinchit Matlamo

Purchhiley bujhhi?
Erokom tai bhebechhilam….

Ami o majhheshajhhey purey jai,

Bhoy nei,
Esho,
Ekshathe purbo…..

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Shob shesh hoy jaye,
Shob shesh hoy jabe,
Aagun, brishti, purey jaoa….

Shob kichhu…..

Ekhanei hoyto shesh hoy jaabey….


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Shotyi kotha bolchhi,
Athoba bolchhi na,
Kintu amaro bhishon bhoy korchhey
Tomar chokher dikey takatey….

Oparey kalo dorjar palla
Shakto korey aNta….

Bakira shobai ghumiye porechhey……

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Kothar daam shesh obdhi oi
Minuite e pNoytrish poysha i roilo
Aboshor millona jachai korey neoar
Aar baki shob kichhu te agun dhorey gYalo


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ChNader ek pithhey agun
Arek pithhey bonya
Amra, jara jWolchhi, jWolboi
Tomra, jara bhashchho, bhashbei….

Shudhu majhhey-shajhhey dukkho hoye kata ghurigulor kotha bhebey

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Amader bYathabhora footpath -
Sheykhane hoyto jYotsna lukiye porey

Kanagolir e-pithh theke o-pithh obdhi
shMoshan,
Aar chhai mekhey ami
Srinkhol-baddho Prometheus

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Chokher nichey agun legechhey
DhNoyagulo neel ronger
Ghuri-machh-neel noy,
JoljYanto mrityu r neel

Sheykhanei amar bari….

Ashbey?

Chaile ashte paro…..

Tomar nimontron roilo….

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Purono ticket
Harmonium
Ekhono achhey
Thakbeo

Shudhu pakhigulo aar gaan gaibe na
Karon janla dorja shob i bandho….


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Ebar koshey chabuk maro amar kalo pithhey
Hisheb nikesh ja chhilo shob jaak na ebar mitey
Onek bojhha jomchhey ekhon shomuddurer joley
Onek mithhye boley jara, tara shottyio kichhu boley….

Ebar nahoy haat-kora dao amar kalo haatey
Shontanera thakuk shukhey dhudh-brandy-bhaat e
ChNad-Sho’dagor Hakim-Naagor bebak gYachhey bheshey
Ekhon nahoy shanti dilam, agun hoye eshey….

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Shahorer shobcheye uNchu bari taye aagun dhorechhey
Barir Bonik-Byapari-Shaodagorera
trahi-trahi golla-chhut
Bari ta dubey jachchhey, dhNoyar bhitor….
DhNoyar peter bhitor ekta rupkotha r desh,
Ora jaaney na,
Tai eto bhoy….

Ora chokh bandho kore i thakbey

Oder proti ta padokkshep e bhoy
Oedipus ora – matrigarbho ke bhoy paye….
Tai ora rupkothaye pNouchhobe na konodin…..


Kintu bari tar neechey footpath e

Jorajirno tripol, chhNerakhora lotakambol,
Chokhey pNichuti aar gaye charmorog niye
Shey thake – Zarathustra…..

Shey oi purtey thaka bari tar dikey takiye heshey cholechhey

Heshei cholechhey….

Edikey, amar kobitar khata te o aagun legey gYachhey

Shabdo-gulo purchhey, bhashagulo purchhey

Aar akshorgulo, kalomer aNchor-gulo,

Poritrahi chitkaarey chhutey cholechhey
Digbidik-gYan-shunyo

Aar khata tar pashei ekta adhkhaoa nyatano biscuit

Sheytar chari dikey ghurchhey ekta chhotto arshola….

Sheyta ki korchhey jani na, tobey majhhey majhhey shur

nerey oi purey jaoa kobita gulo ke salaam janachchhey

Karon kobita der purey jetei hoy,

Murkho akshorera sheyta jaaney na, arshola ta jaaney….

Jodio shei gYani arshola tar naam ekhono amar jeney othha hoy ni….


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BYatha hoy, teshta paye

BYatha hoy, teshta paye
BYatha hoy, teshta paye

Jhhor ashbey, jani


Taar aagei teshta ta mitiye neoar kotha amar


Shudhu jol nei, ghum nei, shanti nei….


Aaro onek kichhui nei…..


….


Odin-putro Váli

Shesher poreo chhilo
Dhulo ebong bali
Akash dhheke dilo

Odin-putro Váli

Shishu ebong khuni
Duhaat-makha kaali
Mrityu-gatha shuni

Odin-putro Váli

BNechei thakar kotha
Rakto jhhorey khali
Hingsro-puran-gatha….

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Siren baajbe, ektu porei,

Shesher siren, bhishon jorey,
Bhishon chitkaarey…..

Shob shesh hoye geley,

Jakhon bhoy paoar jonno aar keu
porey thakbe na, takhon o siren ta bejei jaabey
Bejei jaabey…..

Siren er golaye anontokaaler bhoy….

Shunyo-Bhoy,
Nei-shomoy-bhoy
Shob bhoy….

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Ke tumi? Ki enechho? KYano eshechho?

Guptoghatok? Bah! Tomakei khNujchhilam….

Chokchokey chhurir folata chNader aloye ekbar

Jhholshey uthhtey dYakhate paro?
Amar bukey boshiye deoar aagey?

Amar chokher dikey takiye koljey phNuto korey

Ditey paro?
Na paarley tumi nitantoi kapurush

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Shob kichhu jWoley uthhchhey

Raasta-ghat, dokan, astabol, bandor-shmoshan-kaborkhana
Purush-nari-pakhi-megh-ghu
ri…

Shob kichhu jWoley uthhchhey….


Nodeer bukeo aagun, shomudrer dhheueo….


Ebar, ekbaar, sheshbar,

Amar pashey eshey dNarao
Ebar….Ekbaar…Sheshbaar….

JWoley othhar aage….


Tarpor…. Ghum…. Shanti…. Gobheer………



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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Nepothye Kolahol




MorichjhNapi tey jaara morey giyechhilo,
Taara konodin Marx er naam shoneni bodhoy
Jodiyo Tiananmen er ora shunechhilo.

Tarpor ekdin, MorichjhhNapi r kono ekta
Colonyr rannaghorey petey guli khaoa Ma
Taar Tiananmen Square e shell er aghatey
Tukro tukro hoye jaoa chheleke koley niye
Jiggesh korlo:
“Bachha, khub kashto peyechhish, na?”
Chheleta University te porto,
Ma r akshorgYan chhilo na…

MorichjhhNapi thekey Tiananmen ki
shottyi tatotai durey, jatota amar deoaler
rongchota Atlas dekhe mone hoy?

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Arekta Rupkotha


Hothhat aguney nouko mantro hoy
Ghorir kNata - sheo ki jantro noy?
Poth porey thakey holdey jantronaye
Bashi kothagulo shondhye jaantey chaye

Bashi mukh-golo ghurnijhhorer bujhhi
Bashi chokh gulo cheye achhey shojashuji
Shabdo-mukhosh lukiyechhey taar bhasha
Hirey-Manik khNujbo bolei asha

Bujhhtey pari ni eto kichhu chhilo baki
Bujhhtey parini, tai chokh bNujey thaki
Bujhhtey pari ni eto srot achhey joley
Bhroshto shahor, nithor kolaholey

KNuo-koltola balti ebong dori
Bhoy paoader ekhanei haatekhori
Naam likhiye harbolader doley
Dhheuer mathaye aNdhar-moni jwoley….

Nodiir joley ulto roth er mYala
Uthhon jurey golla-chhuter khYala
Ek-chokha bok dNariye achhey thhaye
Matio bujhhi joler i chhNoa chaye

Sheykhaney jeona, jeykhaney andhokaar
Dhuktey cheona, ekhono bandho-dwar
Klanto bikeley hoyto ba dYakha hoy
Mithye kothara konodin i eka noy….

Anguler phNakey aboshad kobita ra
Dub-shNatarer bhumikaye papi-taara
Ekhono lukiye rekhechhi dagdho-daag
Ekhono takiye dekhechhi asto-raag

Ekhono shWapno moriichikader mukh
Iskaponer Bibir khola buuk
PNajor kota o bodhir ebong muuk
Tomaro ki tai poth-chola tei shukh ?

Andhokaarei chhutchhey shobuj ghora
Bandho ghorei jutchhey obujhh ora
Aboshor peley ei shob kotha bhebo
Chinta nei hey! Tomakeo chhNuye debo….

Monday, February 8, 2010

Shukh


Sheo bujhhibena shomoyer shammoti?
Dukulplabinii unmadini nodii
Ekhono thameni ashwo-medher goti
Poth taar bhool hoye giye thake jodi

Sheo ki koreni hNeyalir porishesh?
Shunyo hoyeo mohashunye leen
Astoraager porag-renu-resh
rekhey giyechhilo aboshaad oti-ksheen

Ekhono jey taar koti-deshey nodii boy
Jonguley taar Aaronyo-nikkon
Ekhono jey taar chhokher pataye bhoy
Ashibena bujhhi bhroshto shubho-kshon

Hothhat kothao jhholshiye othhey shikha
Dabanoler obirato prostuti
Thomkey dNarak nithhur kujjhhotika
Pakhi-megh-meye-bhoy-chora
chor-goti

Ekhono hoyto kichhu taar achhey baki
Ekhono bujhhi ba bhru-bhongitey maya
Royechhey lukaye kajol-lotaye aNkhhi
Chhayapothey taar lutaye kuhok-chhaya

Letter Box er Gaan


Amar uthhone keuteshaper ghor
Mohon-bNashuri keu na apon por
Amar deoale shYaola ghera raat
Jhilik marlo chNader shonar dNat

Ekhon o bujhhi shwapno bona hoy?
Mithye kotha – o amar keu noy….
Ghum bhangbei bridhho pNyachar daake
Gaal parboi dokhney batash taake

Tin kadomei moroger laal jhhNuti
Mathh perole rail-er notun khNuti
Char pa feley hNashuli-bNaker doye
Pakhna melley akash haoa jaye

Kannagulo pichhol digheer par
Brishti eleo dukkho hoy na aar
Jol-porider ador makha raatey
Ban-thoi-thoi nijhhum jochhnatey

Raat nishuti holdey neon alo
Ghumparani Mashir cheye’o bhalo
Footbridge tao dukkho holey chup
Ratri takhon mon-mohinii rup

Hoyto ba taar raater bhromor-kalo
ThNot juurey kaar bhorer prothom alo
Mukh-chora kon bikel-ranga bishad
Akash-jurey kNadbey Ramproshad

Shondhye bYalar udashi haoa-ghor
Dil-doriyaye uthhlo bujhhi jhor
Chitar chhaieo nupur bajey oi
Porer chalei shap kimba moi

Horir lutey rupor adhshikey
Chatal jurey rakto charidikey
Nodiir bukey jol-ghurnii pata
ShNajhhbatider goheen kono bYatha

Uprey shikor haater angulgulo
Haatrey chole baali kimba dhulo
Machher chokhe ek mile er poth
Shurjo taane shaat ta ghorar roth

Montree gYachhey, ghorao khoa gYachhey
Raja ebong nouko porey achhey
Ebar bujhhi kisti-maater pala
Shada kaloye kumirdanga khYala

Abir-ranga kumirdanga shaat shomudro paar
Jabar chhilo, cholei gYachhey, phirbey na shey aar
ShWapno kimba sMriti kimba homapakhir paye
ANchorgulo alpona shob shorisreeper gaye

Amar ghorey ekhon shudhu chorasroter taan
Naam na jana pakhir thNote hariye jaoar gaan
BNashuria, dohai tomar, shurtuku jao rekhey
Ghum na asha raat ta katuk tarar fulki dekhey…

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Catacombs by the Foglight


Wake up, girl,
become a dream,
a hood to unfurl
and a river to
swim

Me, in sleep, cold
Us, in sleep, grey
Me, awaking, old
Us, awaking, to betray

Me - one-winged bird of prey
Us - statues made of clay


Pandora, and her box
My dirty clothes inside
Pandora, washing my socks
And then came the tide!

The flutist – there he goes
His eyes, made of stone
And cannonballs, and windows
And myself all alone


The kings and the queens
The aces and the knaves
Lonely, in those ruins
In the faces of the waves

In the graces of the graves –
Fever raves….


The children of the fog
Staring, yellow, neon-pale
The master and his dog
The impaled must now impale!

Flames lose their lust
Me, same, and another
By the gruesome dust
Memory, womb and mother….

Faces, like the dying noon
Faces, dead by the evening
Amen, and see you soon,
There’s a song that none shall sing

There’s a bell that none shall ring
The king is dead, long live the king….


Wake up, sunshine girl,
It’s the morning, be naked for me!
And as for that black pearl
I’ll go out and I’ll dive down into the sea…..

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Crooked Confessions


Nothing beyond the frozen tide

No gods to rule, no laws to abide


Nowhere to flee, too dark to hide

Just don't look

And don't open that book



Nothing but the river


Burning, cold, fever


A million years staring down


A million faces, to smile and frown


A million races, each with its crown


You can sink, but you won't drown



The death sky, the sewage pipe


The snake so naked, the apple so ripe


Spectres shout - "all the best!"


Sceptre says - "I need to rest..."



Talking to my eyes before the light


Take off those colours, they're too bright !


And light stood naked there


Didn't know, didn't care....



Breaks his silence, and then he utters:


"I need to sleep, in the gutters"


Nothing makes sense


Except self-defence


Bethlehem


Gave me shame


And nights are dead

And lights shall fade


And I am made


Of sand and dust


Of flesh and lust


Of brick and stone

Of prick and bone

And of everything that screams

And of everyone who dreams

And
facilis descensus Averni

(Though it's easier to climb the sky)


And verily, I say unto thee
-

Well that's enough, I need to pee


My 33-generation-forefathers'
forefingers

Created this ripple, this ripple lingers


And two drops of rain


And two drops of pain


And everything that's pure


For my eyes to cure




Finally,


It's melancholy


And the mist-engulfed train


Enters the gambling den


And I gamble with my pen


And count my loss and gain...


And before my table, it becomes a snake


And now I gamble, with my flesh at stake....


And I throw my dice


For the star that dies


For the sun to rise


To melt the ice


From my eyes


For Him to Rise,


For the ring she buys


For the fleeting highs


Of Divine surmise -


That schizophrenic surprise


Of my unfelt sighs


And those untold lies -


Of pathos in disguise ...


Just to sympathise


With the skies......


And the last kite that flies...


Heavenwards


Blessed by bards


Cursed by birds


Stringed by words


That bite and sting


And yet, does sing


Like bells that ring


For the rain to bring


Everything....





And what happens next?


Are the dead gods vexed?


And the saints oversexed?



Well, I guess that you already knew


That I'll bring nothing for you


Save that hope - of something new....


And those flames leaping up


And the poison from my cup,


Or the left-overs, at least...


Well, I'm sorry, I just forgot that you exist.....




Wait, was it you, or was it just your smile?


Never mind, move on, I lose my way for a while


So now you've won the bet


For I didn't wait....




Chew me up, Gulp me down, Shit me out


My shadow, my penumbra and my doubt


Poisons to breed and cancers to sprout


Needs to need and shouts to shout


Seeds to seed and enemies to route


Fevers to rave and rules to flout


Shivers to wave and to ask about


The one who fought the final bout....




I'm a Cloud even today, though


I don't wear Trousers now,


Trousers are out of stock, you know


And I've lost my old pair somehow....



And, well, never mind, just forget it


Busy-Street, Easy-Meat, Holy-Shit...