Monday, March 29, 2010

Ekti Mohajuddher Itikotha

Ekoda Kolikata shahorey jalohostira akromon korilo
Du’chariti arbid piece bYatirekey baki shakolei morilo
Ami kopal jorey bNanchiya gelam, tomrao bNachiley bodh hoy
Kintu jahara morilo tahader shokey osru kYamoney rodh hoy?
Aboruddho dokan paat, poth ghat, hashpatal, bidyaloy, bimanbandor
Jahara jibbito, jalohostir proharey hay tahadero aaj bedom bhagondor



Jahara bishorjoner din protima shomipey ki oporup disco nachito
Jahader dordando-protapey vote er shomoy e shahorkhani bNachito
Jey shakol bYartho premik rochito kabyo surreal
Aaro chhilo jato mawalibrindo ebong onyanyo ghorial
Aaj, ei diney, tahara keho nai, keho nai, hay!
Dorodoru osru jhhorey, bokkho phatiya jaye

Chhilo jato bike-arohigon, pithhe lYaptaiya mogoj-bihiin naarii
Taharao nai aaj, shunyo poth, Haora hoitey Tollygunj PhNari
JNahara kochuri khaitey khaitey Ganoshokti poriya ukto potrikatei hasto muchhiten
Paarar chayer dokaney desher bhobitabyo niye alochonarato jey shakol senior citizen
Jetha chhilo jato kattik-chandor, jetha chhilo jato ata
Shakoler naamey hay bhoriyachhey Chitrogupter khata…..


Jey shakol babugon office ey boshiya Anondobajar shahojogey chibaiten paan
Choliya giyachhen tNaharao, rakhiya office-deoaley tNahader rongeen daan
Chhilo jethaye jatoh gNejel bitkYaora, jatoh rokbaaj ebong rockstar
Jalohostir akromoney shakolei moriyachhey, phataiya nijo-nijo gNar
Jeyshakol hopeless despo-gon Doler din iti-uti chalaito haat
Aaj taharao keho nai, shodhu eka ami koritechhi osrupaat


Nahi, nahi, keho nahi aaj, shunyo griho, shunyo shahor
Dondayoman toruraji aar mouno bYathaye gonichhey prohor
Chuklibaji koriya morilam amra, hridoy bNidhichhey shotek shul
Jalohostigon chhilo oikyobaddho, uhader chhilo na CPM Trinamool
Tahara korey nai cheating bindumatro, dYakhey nai kono chotha
Oishob koriyao harilam amra, bolo, hYano dukkho ami rakhibo kotha?

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Ekta Gaanolar Mrityu - Shei Gaanolar Gaan Abolomboney

O gaanola, aar ektao gaan geo na/
Tomar aar kothao jaoar nei,/
kichchhu bolar nei/
CheleybYalar shei,/
chheleybYalar shei /
Odbhut bhalolaaga lokta/
Choley gYachhey gaan hariye/
Shorey gYachhey onek durey//

Ei palatno shomoye,/
Ei paltano shomye shey
Phirbey na konodin, jani tai/
O gaanola, aar ektao gaan geo na/
Tomar aar kothao jaoar nei,/
kichchhu bolar nei//

Koishor shesh haoar sheishob shwopner din/
Choley gYachhey mithye hoye/
Choley gYachhey mukh phiriye/
Ei phatkabajir deshey,/
ei phatkabajir deshey/
Tumio toh bujhhi aar bNechey nei //

O gaanola…..

Kalboishakhii





Ekhaney shomudro bheeshon gobheer
Bheeshon shanto….

Aar ami ekhono majhhey-shajhhey raat jagi

Kintu tumi ki amar kotha shuntey pachchho?

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Dhheuer mathaye Raj-prashad!,
Jwalo, aloukik, jwalo

Kothao gobhher kanna, bheeshon
Shanto holey khYalo

Likhbo, shomuddurer rojnaamcha

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Aar teshta peley chNader kachhey jao
Jochhna debey, aaNjla bhorey khao

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Ekta pakhir danaye ekbaar agun lege gechhilo
Shobai obak hoye bhabchhilo: “pakhita ekhono urchhey ki korey?”

Pakhi kintu sheyshob kotha bhabeyni,
Shudhu bolechhilo: “Teshta pachchhey”

Pakhita ghurtey ghurtey kothaye toliye gYalo

Keu bujhhtey parey ni,
Keu bujhhtey chaye ni

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Onek raat obdhi gaan shunechhi

Kono dabidaoa nei,

Eitukui ja, eitukui jotheshto…


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Shahortolir epar opar taholdaari khub

Raat pohalo sharod pratey, ebar debo dub

Shahortolir epar opar klanto neon rekha

Raasta shudhu dNariye thakey, sheo toh bheeshon eka!

Shahortolir epar opar hothhat sroter taan

Gachhgulo shob shwapno debey, shunchhi oder gaan

Shahortolir epar opar ekla obhimaan

Dokhney-haoar dukkho holei teebro maatir ghran

Shahortolir epar opar rupkothader desh

Gaan toh kobei hariye gYachhey, dhheu o bodh hoy shesh…..

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Chilekothhader obhimaan kortey nei

Karon taholey chilekothhar ghorey jaara obhimaan korey,
Taara kothaye jabey?

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Halogen aloye jaara uddam nachchhey,

Taader chhaya porchhey na kYano?

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Beguni, neel, akashi, shobuj, holud, komola, laal –

Onekgulo rong achhey

Kintu ami toh rong-pencil bikri kori na

Ami alo bikri kori

Kinbey?


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“Bheeshon” shabdo ta amar bheeshon priyo

Tai majhhey majhheyi bYabohar kori
Kichhu mone koro na,
Kichhu mone korley bhab dYakhabo jey kichhui eshey gYalo na,

Kintu bheeshon dukkho pabo


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Ebar tomar naach dekhbo joltarongo jaltarongo

Ebar tomar nach dekhbo akash jurey
Tumio bujhhi ekla thako amar matoi shwapnobhango
Ebar tomar nach dekhbo raat-dupurey

Hothhat hothhat tumio bujhhi agun hoye othho?

Tumio bujhhi jhhorer haoaye palla diye chhoto?
Ebar tomar nachh dekhbo agun-pakhi-shikha
Tomar naamei shabdo-gulo dhheuer mathaye lekha!

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Anonde prochur munafa achhey

Dukkho shudhui lokshan
Anondo khub doyalu lok
Dukkho hoyto nishthhur

Tobu majhhey majhhey dukkho o

Chorasrot hoye ashey
Aar hisheb-nikesh guliye jaye

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Amra onekei onek kichhu bhalobashi

Aar bhalobashtey na parley,
Keu regey jai, keu dukkho pai, karur ba obhimaan hoy
Tumi kon doley achho bhebey nao,
Ami doladoli pachhondo kori na

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Ekhono bhalobashtey pari ni,

Tobey konodin o jodi na pari,
Taholey shob kichhutey aagun lagiye debo

Eta nichhok kobitwo korey bolchhi na,

Eta amar humki.

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Orpheus, tomar naamey ekta smritistambho toiri hobey,

Kintu taatey Euridice er naam thakbey na

Etai tomar pichhon phirey takanor shasti


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Okhaney mohabhoj, utshob

Aguner charidikey onekey nachchhey,
Onek alo, onek rong, akashey fuljhhuri….

Tobey jaara oi utshobey jog diyechhey

taara manush noy,
Otimanobik

Karon ora herey jaoa lokjon


Herey gelei utshob kortey hoy,

Naholey haarlam kYano?

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Gutiguti shobai bari choley gYalo

Shudhu ekta chhotto meye jaye ni
Eka eka kNadchhey

KYano kNadchhhey jani na,

Jiggesh korar shomoy pai ni,
Karon amaro bari pherar tara chhilo

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Ekhaney hoyto bhroshto ongikaar

Hariye geley kei ba shongi kaar?
Ekhaney bujhhiba bYartho phooler maala
Ebarey tomar ekla thakar paala

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Notun kotha boley kichhu hoy na

Purono kothakei notun korey shajatey hoy
Jaara notun kotha bolar dabi korey
Taara bhando, mityabadii
Karon tumi jYamon eka eka raat jagchho,
tYamon onekei jegechhey, jaagchhey
tumi jYamon maala gNathchho, opekkha korchho,
tYamon onekei maala gNethechhey, gNathchhey,
opekkha korechhey, korchhey…….

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Shomudro, tumi kothaye thako?

Ami tomake khNujchhi
Amar tomake bheeshon dorkaar.

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Kobitar mritodehotey ora phool-maala-chandon ey shajiye

Chitaye chapiyechhilo
Ami giye aagun ta laagiye elam,

Taarpor, amra aar ora, dui-dol

Obak bishmoye dekhlam,
Aguner mathey ramdhonur shaat ta alo naachchhey –
Shoptashworoth!

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Amar khub teshta peyechhey


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Saturday, March 27, 2010

On Why I'm Writing Obnoxious Poetry These Days

I’m tired of all the sad and depressing verse
It’s true that I’ve got many a wounds to nurse
But picking at them will only make them worse
And hence I’m writing all these happy words
I haven’t got the backbone to play a flute on
Thus, these joker’s robes I’ve decided to don
Happiness does not live forever, with time it’s bound to go
I’ll go back to my old self soon, howling at the starry dynamo
I’ve decided to have fun with my words till then
Words, which, like other words, will go all in vain
I’ll write poems so bad that they’re really bound to be good
But tell me if you don’t like them, you’re welcome to be rude
I know that it’s a fa├žade, but please don’t tear it down
Let me remain the way I am, the same old insane clown

An Ode to Tears

Tears are really good, they wash the lachrymose
Go on, ask some Doc, and tell me what he knows

Besides, tears can solve multiple issues
And put a smile on those who sell tissues
But it’s a potent weapon, and hence don’t waste it by misuse
Don’t shed them in vain when there’s someone else to accuse
Don’t cry for reasons which are way too vague and abstruse
And if someone wrongs you, then to cry you must refuse

So cry on, silver girl, cry on by
Let your tears out, don’t just sigh
And while doing so
Forget not to blow
Your nose loud and strong
For a nose blown thus
Can soothe all of us,
Can right what is wrong

Though it’s rather preferable to cry silently
You might as well choose to do so violently
Don’t care about manners; you’ve got nothing to fear
When heart like thunder hammers, make way for the tear

Tear! Tear! The ruler of the entire humanity
Dear O’Dear! It can lead to absolute insanity!
Wherever you stay, far or near
Bow to the tear, respect the tear

It can stop wars; it can lead to many more
Like a robin it can sing, like a lion it can roar
It opens and shuts a thousand cases
And on snot-rugs it leaves its traces

It can shoot like a sniper
It can bite like a viper
It’s our only Pied Piper
We all dance to its tune
And no one is immune
From this epidemic, this infection
All of us – the entire cross-section!

Eternal teardrops on eternal cheeks
Talkin’ in a voice that no one speaks
But the tissue-seller doesn’t mind at all
The world’s a’cryin’, him having a ball

Gallons and pints of tear flows
The river of tear – it never slows
Springing down the lachrymose
Look at her – there she goes!

It is present everywhere –
All encompassing, ubiquitous
Dear tear, hear my prayer,
And never leave – you be with us


Well, it’s time for those teary goodbyes
But before I go, here’s some sound advice:
It’s really important, and so
listen to this before you go:


Whatever be your weight
And whatever be your fate,
Whomever may you mate
And whomever may you hate,
Just don’t think twice before opening the watergate

Thursday, March 25, 2010

The Hitman Hits Back

Those demented souls
Of my cemented soles
Dissented on the whole
On continuing this any further


So screech and scream
And teach me to dream
Of peach and cream
And things shall fall in order.


Epilogue: Another one fights the lust

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Bewilderments Reloaded!

I don’t get it why I am a subject of feminine despise
I don’t get it why my friends never give genuine advice
I don’t get the point of “vowels” rhyming with “bowels”
I don’t get it why they punish you when you’re caught in a hotel stealing towels
I don’t get it why the previous rhyme seemed so tough
I don’t get it why my poetry(!) never seems good enough
I don’t get it why Israel and Palestine bomb each other down
I don’t get it why I feel uncomfortable finding the right pronoun
I don’t get it how I used to get highest in grammar though the classes were such a bore
I don’t get it what joy you people find when my pleasantries you choose to ignore
I don’t get it why poets find the rain so romantic
I don’t get it why I don’t get the meaning of semantic
I don’t get it how can the world possibly be round when it seems so very flat
I don’t get it why sports commentators waste their time blabbering this and that
I don’t get it why I conflict with my parents all the time
I don’t get it why must I write something to make this sentence rhyme
I don’t get it why God bestowed me with such a funny looking face
And I don’t get it why you’re reading this nonsense in the first place

Well, after all these if you still think that my sanity is intact
I swear I’ll fall in love with you, and that’s an authentic fact

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Take That, You Scumbags!

I hate those guidelines
That push me to the sidelines
I love the Left, I hate the Right
And I love the way the Irish say “shite”
I hate slimy-slithery-scheming cockroaches
I love sunny-side-up glorious egg-poaches
And two more lines before I leave
A sigh of relief, I know, you’ll heave
It’s just that I adore myself, and that I despise all of you
Honestly, friends, tell me if I am saying something new

Tell me that you're freaked-out enough; if not, more shall follow!

Well, as you know friends, my habits are nasty
When I see a rabbit I think: “Rabbits are tasty”
Besides, I am a sadist, and I dig on sarcasm
I might not visit you when you get a back spasm
I love to make those hideous sounds when I sneeze
And if someone clicks my photo I refuse to say cheese
And I love to sing lovely songs – loud and out of tune
And to all the insults hurled at me I’m totally immune
When I see a pretty child I can't help but think of his alluring mom
I love Harry S. Truman dearly for dropping that magnificent Bomb
All those crimes against humanity seem so very nice
They enthuse me like nothing, to life they add spice
And I’m trying to make this poem(!) as pathetic as I can
On reading this you’ll waste your time – and such is my plan
God has a moron-filter, but somehow I managed to get through
And now I’m on a mission – well, I’ve got so much to do!
The basic action plan of mine is to irritate you like hell
Now isn’t that something, buddies? Isn’t that really swell?

Friday, March 19, 2010

This Much


Well, it takes nothing, just peep inside
And stare at her, and she’ll never hide
Think of the gallery where her photos were hung
And hum those little tunes never meant to be sung


Well, it takes nothing, just a crazy smile
And a belief that she’ll wait for a while
To think that her eyes were not that splendid
And to think that thinking hurts a lot indeed

Well, it takes nothing, and no questions to ask
No curtains to tear down, no faces to unmask
To stop worrying about the right and the wrong
And to lie down where the breeze blows strong


A new song, a new truth and a new dawn
And a new and nice warm rug to lie upon
A pint of whisky! And a new tune taking shape
It’s the beginning, you know, it’s not an escape


Well, that’s all it takes to feed the dreams
And all that remains is just a fading glimpse
Of eyes that smiled and of stars that shone –
Just make-believe that you’re not all alone!

Ahoy!

Monday, March 15, 2010

Aloukik Nodii


Aloukik nodii, joley taar
shunyo nirobhodhi

Dhheu jYano bhangoner dyut
Bhangon – sheyo bhari odbhut

Srot, shey toh shunyo noy,
Poripurnota paabey boley
Bhikkhuk
Cheye thaki, gachh hoye, unmukh….

Bujhhi poth bhul hobey?
Bohiyona tobey
Shuniyona kalorol aar
Dakiyona srotopothey baaronbaar
Dakiyona amarey aar, dakiyona aar….

Aloukik nodii, chokhh taar neel,
Sthitishil,
Bhitorey bheeshon bhoy
Shikorey maaron kshoy
Nodii, cheye dYakha
Nodii, bhuley thaka….


Gachh, mounobrotii, prokhor
Phatoley Phatoley shikor
Noditey mrityu-ghran
Jol….jiibon….pran

Prohor bohiya gYachhey, prohor gonibaar
prohor otikranto, chhinno monihaar
Bajro-dagdho shiirey
Bhengey chola, dhirey dhirey

Shomadhi, shanto, sthir
Tyakto bhagno neer
Obhishaar, ingiit, shunibirey
Monihaar, shongeet – baajo dhirey….

Ja chhilo gopon – shob dhheu hoye gYachhey
Jey chhilo apon aaj – sheyo nei kachhey

Teebro batash- bYatha
Boley ni sheyshob kotha?
Boley ni klanto patho-jatri
Jagiya bhranto shato ratri?

Boley ni bhashan gaan
Gachher o royechhey praan?

Bojhhoni gopon srotomukh,
Dukhojaganiya kato shukh?

Bojhhoni ishara, bhroshto?
Bojhhoni na bojhha kashto?


Bujhhibena bujhhi, konodin…
Boye chola, ekaki, sheemahiin…

Bolibena bujhhiba, konodin aar
Phuriye jaoar bodh – ogaadh, opaar…

Jeno, hariye jaoar krodh – royechhey, shobaar…..

Sunday, March 14, 2010

A Battle-Hymn For My Comrades


By the cannon’s blazing flashes
The blood of the martyr washes
The fields of glory and joy
In the name of dream and faith
With Comrades to fight with
We hail victory, ahoy!

Charging through the mist
With our clenched fists
We shall make the sun rise
We shall stand, we shall fight
Our armours shining bright
The storm carrying our cries!

The old world to be killed
In the drenched battlefield
Soaked in blood and sweat
And freedom shall come
Beating her thunder-drum
Tears of joy to make her wet….

Comrades! The time has come now!
Touch your swords, and take a vow
To keep on fighting, and never to yield
Till the Red Flag flutters proud and free
Till the Red Star shines in all her glory
And the wounded world shall be healed….

Du'ekta Jinish Bujhhiye Bola

Abar e-o boltey paro jey shobkichhu ujhyo
rekhechho, karotoley
asha, chahida,
prapti,
Purnota
peyechho shikor-muuley….


Athoba hoyto dui second er bhranti-bilash


Takhon ami bolbo, jey
Amar kono pichhutan nei aar,
shob dena chukiye diyechhi,
shob paona ushul korey niyechhi,
shob shotyi mithye kore diyechhi


Orthat nirobichchhinno andhokaar i
ekhon amader ekanto kamyo

Oshukh


Eka jakhon, tumio megh
Aaro eka shondhyebYala,

Bhebey dekhlam, keui bhalo nei

Barong palla diye jhhorbrishti megh srishti
Shukh dhwongsher katorota,

Ta onekta bishwashjogyo,
Onekta manusher matoi….

The Vanguard


I count heads
Severed heads by the sewer
And every passing day, their number rises,

Ranks, legions - those who have
trotted past, without worrying,
fearing none save themselves….

I’m not one of them,
But I count their heads when those are severed
and thrown down the gutters.

Someday, the darkness will break away from
its prison of those moon-lit simmering
bubbles of the
sewer tanks, drains and gutter pipes,
and make it’s way unto the world
Someday it will claim its empire.

When it happens,
I’ll rise up and I’ll ride to the clouds

Till then,
I shall have no name, no home and no throne

I’m just a head-counter, sitting by the rotting
corpses of the cesspit.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Yavalaylay

Tomorrow's a li'l trip
Melon an' lemon an' hop and hip
You for all an' all for you
Grrr an' Moo an' Woof and Mew!

Tomorrow’s the morn to be
Like today is to crawl
And then it’s you or maybe me
And then the mighty all

Tomorrow’s a’ gravy red
Like a basket full o’ eggs
Yesterday is today dead
Me adored me lassie’s legs

Tomorrow the sun and myrrh
Myth and hypnos o’layla
Today pains ah today arrgh
Samson’s hair with Delilah

Tomorrow I’ll be back I guess
Or maybe it’s jus’ another lie
Hoo! I can’t lie starin’ at your face
So I looks apart and says: “goodbye”

Friday, March 5, 2010

Cinema aar Kobita: Dziga Vertov er Man With A Movie Camera r Prothom pNochish minute







Barof dhhaka mannequin,
chokheo barof taar
Barir upor megh-brishti
Shondhye nei amar

Rastaghatey manush jon
Keyboard kimba telephone
Headlight ei churno holo
Purno shudhi-jon
Barof dhhaka dokanpaat
Kimba dharo chNader haat
Honye hoye, hotye diye
Royechhi balai shaat

Barof dhhaka mannequin,
chokheo barof taar
Barir upor megh-brishti
Shondhye nei amar


Jantrodanob mantro-manob
Jantro tantro shaar
Barir upor megh-brishti
Shondhye nei amar

Pratyohik, shaptahik
Jhhik-jhhik-jhhik ku-jhhik-jhhik
Putul shari shari
Akash jora megher ghota
Mathaye jota, botam kota
Elaye achhey narii
Haraye gYachhey bari
Kato koitey pari, o bhai
Kato shoitey pari?

Payera ora rail-er chor
Shukh rekhechhi buker ’por
Kehoba apon, kehoba por
Kanthho-jurey desh
Mukh dubey jaye gobhiir nodii
Amio hothaye jetem jodi
Chahinu nirnimesh

Amar kanthho jurey slesh
Tomar kanthho jurey desh….

Atmohotya bhishon bhoy
Srishti sthiti ebong loy
Nardoma aar pNak
Ekhon noy, ekhane noy,
Kakhon jYano spashto hoy
Hashuli doyer bNak

Shobai shukhey thak
Hisheb chukey jaak


Lens e dharo tramer line
Macbeth aar tintey dain
Michhiley chaichho ekushey ain
Etao ekta dosh
Kimba akrosh
Kimba buno-mosh


Chokh chhara aar kichhui noy
Ashbey ashhuk moha-proloy
Pushpokanoney morut boy
Karon-okaroney mithya hoy
BNadhlo basha maaron-kshoy

Aar kono bhoy nei
Dhoriye diyechhhi khei


Ebar jaagchhey shahor
Ebar gunchhi prohor
Chimney-dhNoya-kalo
Thakuk shobai bhalo


Ebarey hoyto notun srot shuru hobey
Notun dhheu ashbey,
Notun jowar bhashbey….
Bhorer gaanta ekhanei thamuk tobey

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Laal Ghuri Neel Ghuri


Laal ghuri Neel ghuri edikey sheydikey
Laal ghuri jaabey tumi chaibey jeydikey
Neel ghuri beyadob shunbena kotha
Akashey gNotta khabey debey mone bYatha
Laal-ghuri hashi mukh Neel ghuri gomra
Ghurir shutaye dYakho nachhey mon-bhomra


Laal ghuri roddur jhholmoley hashi
Neel ghuri methhoshur rakhaliya bNashi
Laal ghuri gola chherey gaan gaye khub
Neel ghuri shurjyer shathey dYay duub
Laal ghuri regey geley bhaoyonok hoy
Hothhat khepiye diley bakideri bhoy


Neel ghuri obhimaan akasher megh
Laal ghuri Old Monk aaro tin peg
Neel ghuri chaye shudhu urey jetey eka
Bhabey bujhhi megheder shathey hobey dYakha
Laal ghuri bhalobashey shuto aar manja
Chharbey na pichhutaan hok jhhor-jhhonjhha


Bhabley obak hobey ora dui bondhu
Pashapashi urey choley bhabo-nodii-shindhu
Taarader shathe ora lukochuri khYale
Ramdhonu eley ora shukhey pakha mYale
Oder matiye toley paaglatey haoa
Haoar pithhetey chepey digbaji khaoa


Ekshathey bNak nYay akasher koley
Pakhider pakhnaye alpona doley
Aye aye aye boley daak dYay chNad
Bhishon jowar hoye bhengey debey bNadh
Akashey noksha dekhey praney jagey furti
Aha ki ba aporup monohoro-murti!


Laal boley, “Chol mora urey jai ojanar deshey
“Desh ghurey phirey ashi chilchhadey sheshey”

Neel boley, “Orey Laal, tui baro hNada
Amader manja toh lataiyei bNadha”

Laal boley, “Bhoy hoy hariye jabo”

Neel boley “Haranidhi kuriye pabo”


Ekdin hoytoba shuto jaabey chhNirey
Jhhikimiki jwolbey na Manik aar Hirey
Sheydin ashbey jobey ashuk nahoy
Nouko bhashbey jobey bhashuk nahoy
Kobey ki hobey ta bhebey din toh choley na
Ekdin nibhbey boley deep ki jwoley na?


Jiiboner thorey thorey etota anondo
Thakto jodi rey bhai, hoto ki ta mondo?
Achhey achhey shob achhey ekhanei achhey
Bhitorey boichhey srot jao taar kachhey
Ekdin mon bhorey shukh ke daako
Dekey bolo, “bhalo thako, aar bhalo rakho”

Bagan

Hothhat bhishon bhabey
kichhu petey ichchhey korchhey
Ichchheyta aageo chhilo,
Kintu etota teebro hoye othheni kakhono…..

Shamosto astoron bhed korey
Ekta bonya ashbey, ekdin,
jani,
Onekdin dhorey shei bonyatar opekkhaye achhi,
Etodin jol chaitam, morubhumi chaitam,
ushnota, chhaya, shohanubhuti,
aar ekta gobheer aoaj chaitam…..

Ekhon ki chaichhi jani na,
Tobey kichhu ekta,
chaichhi,
bhhishonbhabey chaichhi….

Monday, March 1, 2010

Shantir Utsho Shondhaney



Tin dike pahar, ek dike bishad
Modhye – Rajprashad!

Prashade keu nei, keu nei
Nodiite srot nei, dhheu nei!

Nodite ghor bNadho, machhranga
Byatha, byatha - paal chhNera, haal bhanga….

Haowaye gobheer oshukh, byatha – aajo
BNashi – baajbei jodi, nishshobdey baajo

BNashi, pakhi, chhinno-pakkho, pathor,
Sphulingo – ora bhinno-pakkho, jodio kator

Sphulingo, Kliblingo, Ubholingo, smriti ….
Jonichakro, agun, ahuti, nibhriti….

Nibhrite shajayo, ChNad, Lokhindorer bashorghor
Kaalnaginii dhhukbey jakhon, roibey na keu apon-por

Foninii hao, Foninii hao, Foninii hao, kaal-naginii
Akash jurey noksha katuk rong-beronger raag raginii

Footpath jurey chitar agun, akash jurey shanti
Duchokh jurey bonya bheeshon, ayena jurey klanti….

Klanti amar okshomoniyo – okshom oporaadh
Kurnish laho, hrid-kshounish – shuteebro aboshaad….

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Prithibir tin bhag gholajol,
Ek bhag kolahol….

Amake tin bhagey bhag koro na
Kakhono bonya eley machh dhoro na

Machheder chokhe shunyo dekha jaye
Amader nodii punyo-toya noy

Amader nodii onek kichhui noy
Ghum ashe nai dubiya jaoar bhoye

Bhoyer chote jegei achhey para
Ghumaye kebol raater ko’ta taara
(Bari nei Aboni
E’ kotha ta bhaboni?)

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Porijayi pakhi
Ami kotha rakhi

Porijayi pakhi, kothaye tomar desh?
Porijayi nodii, kothaye tomar shesh?

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Ami shobaike puriye debo
Ami shobkichhu uriye debo.

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Onyo, onyotaro, itor, Chando, prochondo
Haat baralam eibar, tuley dao bish-bhando

Raatri juurey binidro prohora
Cholitehhey juddher mahora
Pegasus, Uchchoisroba, ebong onyanyo pouranik ghora….
Kotha hoitey bujhhiba uposthit uhara

Aar ekta pokkhiraajer danakata upohash
Nirjola upobash
Aar Trojan ghorar peter bhitor guchchher itihash….
Ebong metey-shobuj ghash

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Gopon haowaye tiir, chhobol, shonkranti
Udbhranto shankromon, kebol, bhulbhranti

Chhinnomul, ami, amra, era, ora, tara
Prachir-phatoley jaagichhey nutono chara

Morchey dhora purono shabol-fola
Ebong jeyshob mithye hoyni bola:

Shob kichhu gNethey gYachhey mathaye
Tothagato giyachhilen tothaye:

Sporshey tNahar shanti shiitol chhaya
Chokkhey tNahar ghum-parani maya

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Aaj noy, dher dur ontim probhatey
Porey roibey amar mato koekta chhannochhara haar-habhatey….

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Kangal, tumi gaan geye jao tobey

Ja achhey mithya, shotyo houk shobey

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Tin dike pahar, ek dike bishad

Modhye – Rajprashad!

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Baki raat-tuku shudhu amar, eka

Notun kaalke hoytoba hobey dYakha…..

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Bhir, bheeshon bhir.

Sthir, bheeshon sthir.




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