Ochena Oronye

Shadhok

Shhat-Ti Chhawndo o EkTi Pawton

Carnation

Come Celestial,

My lips are brown, like heaven is

With dreams to drown, the seven seas

Waiting

In the old chapel

The cold dorm

The sold apple

The bold storm

Come, celestial,

Be milk for the dust

Be silk for the rust

Be the one eyed night

Be the rawhide fright

Just hold me tight

And forget the wave

And forget the grave

The toothless beggar

The ruthless dagger

Come Celestial

And wait for the hours to decay

For Haddad comes,

And he’s here to stay

It’s not my shame

And I’m the clay

Before the dusk,

I was dust

I wore my mask,

I wore my lust

Children of El

Down they fell

The milk was stale

So come, Celestial, honey and frost

The sand’s too dry

And my eyes too lost

And the distance burns,

With the symmetries

With analogies

With lies and sparks

Which often wear the veil of words

And remains naked otherwise

With the unheard sighs

With the deadbeat dead

With the arrowhead

Forget the skies

Forget the trees

Forget the eyes

Forget the breeze

Forget the days

Forget the nights

Forget the haze

Forget the rites

Celestial…With a million sparks and sparkles and lakes and snakes and valleys and green green green green gangrene…. Colours, lights, sacrifices, photonic interfaces, momentary and nebulous….all electric, all musical, like death in chairs and seated pet skeletons with cords, Tommy-guns and saxophones…. Back dated sketch in the back of some old postcard

War calls. Whispering. Faint.

Painted pains

Of flowers, of skulls, of blue erections,

Through poison, intoxications, mother and the harmony

One moment.

One eternity

One communicative speech

The internet-voice, the mother-voice

The celestial, colder than dead

The coldest is somnambulism

The lunar projectiles

Seeping through dreams, violins, pride,

Eating and shitting, rainbow sunshine clouds mazes

Of our ages, voices, multi-linear choices

Little flickers

Little stickers

Superhood calls

Like cobra-head, cobra-eyes, panther-fear, pantheism for the masses

And unification through microcosms for the classes

New religions,

New wines

New bottles

All new

New new

Like old news

And chewed views

Through handbills, pamphlets, manifestos pointing to olds anew

Anointing the dried-up wounds, monastic, like fire, cold and the mad

Through colloids, hemorrhoids, tabloids, tablets, inventions, intentions and carnations.

Throne. Thrown. Shone. Shown.

All Weird anachronisms

Patterns of freedom through electronic birds….

Blood in my tomb

Flood in my womb

Blood in my skies

Flood in my eyes

Blood in the breath

Flood in the death

Blood for the creatures

Flood for the teachers

Celestial.

Let me enter your silent prayer

In that violet veiled church

With time, dust and layers of care

For the ancient owl to perch

Drowsy daisies, nightbirds, whistles

One drunk sorrow

Two drunk sparrows

Three drunk arrows

Another day

Decadent. Bloom. Exorcise.

Another dead song

Verses to nurse

Curses to curse

And yet another

Again. And never again.

Fits of glorious strangeness

Vanishing hands of speedometers

Distant rumbles,

screeches,

Humble bitches

For one drop

Gory, agoraphobic

To trust

To fade past

Pasted and wasted

Everything. Watery, symbolic.

Like clocks in synagogues

And peace in sanctuaries

Feverish, like life with shields and swords

Someday, Pandora will be your rival,

Old lovesick moths will creep through

Their little wings shall be mine

All mine

Phonograms

Tears

Jewels

Faith

Stings

Illustrated pornography

All mine.mine

Until then,

Celestial

Incessant and innocent, my prayers remain

As true as they were in the cave

Before time and god and earth got chained to this thunder

As true as they were through the wheels

And between eyes, joyrides and joysticks

I remain. Illuminations beckon…. Elusive and illusive

Like bullets

Like a terrible battle

To worship

To bow down before the broken altar

To think of doom

To be

Not to become

Intense, Incensed and Sixpence,

Celestial. Almost like love.

Almost fatalist in fatelessness

Almost like never

That Broken Flute

On nights like these I feel like hiding

from everything

From my own million eyes which follow me everywhere

From my own thirsty fingertips which touch every grain of sand and every drop of rain

On nights like these I feel tired of just being there,

Of catching up with every train running through the mist

Of plucking every rose that wilt by the silverstrung lake

Of staring at the naked trees guarding the river from the faint feverish whispers of the wintry breeze

Wish I had a blanket to cover up the relentless moon

Wish I could wish away all my words, sighs and laughter

Wish I could be an owl and perch myself atop some broken temple-roof for centuries, oblivious to the arrows, the distances and the motions…..

I want to hide behind the dark waves and sleep like a beautiful child forever, without having to care about the masks and the mirrors

I want to trust the paper-boat

I want the sun to turn into a sunflower…..

Someday, all songbirds will fall off their nests,

all the puppets will plant poison seeds in the sky,

it’ll stop raining in the quaint green hills,

and the classrooms will remain frozen in the cold and empty silence for an eternity or maybe two….

But I don’t feel like waiting any longer

I am weary of sailing upstream,

These wounds are weary of hiding themselves behind my wings till they fade away

And the pale music yearns for some hollow cave to bury all her sorrows…

Baby,

Be my child

Be my worship

Be my hatred

Be whatever,

just let me sleep.

I’m too tired.

And the stage is not for me.

na rupam na vedana na samjna na samskara na vijnana

na chakshusha srotam na ghrana jihva kaya manah

na rupa sabda gandha rasa spistavya dharmah

na chakshur dhatur ya van na mano vijnanam dhatur

na vidya na vidya na vidya kshayo va vidya kshayo

ya van jaramaranam na jaramarana kshayo

na duhkha samudaya nirdoha margajna

na jnanam na prapti na bhismaya tasmai na prapti….

I want to sleep.

I want to go away

from everything,

from everyone,

from everywhere,

from this endless endlessness…..

AaT Bochhor Pore Ekdin Bhitiprodo Bhoy-er Mukhomukhi

Putul

Shukhi

Tin-Te Kobita

Kshoyarto

khan pNachek kobita

Dilli-te boshey ekta payra-khop p.g. tey boshey kichhuta matal hoye lekha.... shombhoboto egulo bhoyaboho bhabey orthoboho hoye uthhte parey ni tai...)

Harmaad! Harmaad!

হার্মাদ! হার্মাদ!

ওই ওই ধেয়ে আসে হার্মাদ! হার্মাদ!

জলোছলো উচ্ছ্বলে উজ্জ্বলা উন্মাদ!

আকাশে আকাশে লাল মেঘেদের প্রহরা

বেয়নেট সাঁজোয়ায় প্রতিরোধী মহড়া

মৃত্যুও ধেয়ে আসে বারুদের গন্ধে

ঝোড়ো হাওয়া ছুটে চলে বিপ্লবী ছন্দে

সে হাওয়ায় শুনে নাও নিশানের সংবাদ

আগুণে মশাল হাতে ধেয়ে আসে হার্মাদ!

পাহাড়িয়া ঢাল বেয়ে রক্তের ধারা

পাথর ঠিকরে উঠে পথ দিশেহারা!

ব্যথাগুলো জমেছিলো নিশ্বাসে ঘামে

সব ব্যথা এক হয়ে আজ পথে নামে

কঠিন কুঠার ওই ঝলসায় রাগে

বাঁধভাঙা বন্যায় দাবানল জাগে!

ব্যারিকেডে মুঠো হাতে তীব্র আঘাতে

রুখেছে হার্মাদ আজ ঝঞ্ঝার রাতে!

শ্মশানের চিতাকাঠে নাচে ভৈরব

কেঁপে ওঠে শত্রুর ঝুঠা বৈভব!

আছড়ে আছড়ে ওই ভীষণ ঝড়ে

কোটি কোটি হার্মাদ বাঁচে আর মরে!

শহীদের শবদেহে বিদ্রোহ জ্বেলে

ছুটে চলো হার্মাদ সে উজান ঠেলে!

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Decline and Paranoia

Transition of the soul

Slow morphing of eternity

Void sounds to capture the downhill tides.

With words, bollocks, cards and postage stamps

Migratory birds to sit on this unfathomed migraine

New regimes, new kingdoms, new relics

I lie. Still motions create pictures of sullen sultriness

To roar. To rumble…..To fade out beyond this faint music

Definite hollow finites. Lights and the photonic madness

stand near your bedpost. You are the lion now. You need to puke to survive.

And apocalypse shoots its arrows as missiles as you hide your apologetic fangs.

Your story is tragic. They needn’t know.

Your muscular jawbones are weary. Too much cud chewed. Indignant indigestion.

Your mother won’t mail you the names of the medicines anymore.

Your lover won’t call you, coz you have no telephone or lover.

You’re a bird.

You’re free.

But please don’t try to kiss the decay. There’s moss on its skull.

The skeleton prefers to hide behind the infinite layers and sublayers of tissues, muscles, corpuscles through bluish veins, saintly gossips, smartassed repartees, bright skins, empty coaches, divine farts and pig-eyed toads.

Let it hide, like guilt and lies and scars. Let it be. Let yourself be.

And

The cold fire burns the stage. Don’t stand. Mouth your lines. Play your part.

Dear puppet, you aren’t free, and no one else shall play your trumpet for you.

No elephant shall greet you or no clown shall laugh at you in the circus.

You’re the yo-yo now, baby. You have no ammunition, you sweet naked one.

So never ever forget the strings. They bind. No one’s free. Be the illusioned spectator, and the chaotic spectacle, all at the same time. It’s simple. Just keep breathing.

Roots need desires. And hence families and familiar operas to quench the primal hunt.

Worships and tribal axioms to make the axis. Thus, the centripetal won’t throw you off into the dark,

And the centrifugal won’t pull you in into the dark. Everything must balance to meet the demands of the great Zero. You must be fixed for the great Zero. You are Her sacrifice. So your you needs to enter the kingdom of Her womb. Her temple trembles. Her altar seeks your blood. Hear the bells. She is thirsty, the Zero-Mother. She is thirsty. Hear the bells. She smells your blood from all the wells, fissures and holes in the ground of Your Lightworld that lead to Her Darkworld. Fear Her. Fear the Zero. That’s the closest to Truth you can ever get…

Observe the slow synthesis.

Now, you are Meursault.

For Stephen Dedalus and For Those Million Unmourned Martyrs, Mothers and the Marooned Others

Last night, Mother came to me

Her body was blue with poison and pain

Like some dream I did not see

I saw her once and I’ll see her again

There was music in the streets last night

That mist-lit fleet of fairies and elves

With snakeskin eyes glowing bright

They sang, they danced and they burned themselves

With every beat my window throbbed

By the rainwashed domes of ivory town

Children died and heroes sobbed

But silence fell as Mother came down

The rotting scent of her wasted breath

And that ancient womb that bore my grave –

They smelt of salt and moss-green death

As I stood naked by the hollow wave

Her gaze was cold like candle-flame

I lay still as the roots cried out:

“Mother! Mother! Where’s my shame?

From where did this poison sprout?”

But by the time the thunder clapped

I had lost my crown of thorn

The throne was broken, the cord had snapped

And Mother died and I was born

The three-horned beast went speeding by

And the forlorn mist had cast her spell

As whispers adorned the bleeding sky

Through the dark edges of the wishing well

As madness set the night ablaze

The only sorrow I couldn’t tame

had melted away in the timeworn haze –

My blue Mother – she has no name

And since that night it’s this fever

On moth-winged flames it rages high

This hunchbacked doom shall stay forever

Mother, Dearest, do you hear me cry?

Death

It comes in Waves.

Rudro, Tumi Achho

Koto Ta bYatha-r rashi-krito jonjaal mariye geley

tobey kobi hawoa jaye?

Koto Ta bish-e neelkonThhi holey porey

shomosto jontrona bhuley thaka jaye?

Koto-jon chherey choley geley

prokrito ekla hoye oThha shombhob?

Koto-din keu paarey

shomosto trishna ograjhyo korey

phaTol-e phaTol-e buk gNujey

Aagun-er phawla-e shokol aartonaad dhorey raakhtey?

Perechhiley,

Tai tumi shei kobi,

jey shohosradhik bochhor-kaal

muhurtey ghumiye thaakchho

deerno pathor-e,

otondro awshWothh-mul-e,

shubishaal mohiiruher goheen ontohsthol-e,

Gachher mawto-i nishchinto shanti-te,

dhulo-r prokhor prohora-r

Nishchhidro nirapotta-e,

Shomoy-er bolishThho konkaal-e……

Bhoy kokhono shusthota noy –

ei bodh-e tumi chhiley polayon-por

Durgom guha-e jaara toposhya korey,

oi koraal-bhiiti taader-o

chhNuye jetey paarey

Ei bodh-e tumi chhiley bhoyarto……

Ei oshusthota-r niramoy khNoja nirorthok,

shey kotha

onek-er aagei tumi bujhhey giyechhiley, tai,

Paliye bYaraley –

shikor-e,

pata-e,

godhuli-r chitro-bichitro romance-e….

Ostro shostro shongey chhilo

Tobu ek pa barao ni

Phool o kNaTa-o prithok chhilo

Tobu shey poth marao ni

Jetey-i paartey onek, onek durey

Tobu tumi koththao jao ni

Kaaron tumi jaantey jey

shromon-shiil pother shesh-e

Ot petey achhey

oshustho bhoyaboho nokhor-dontii bhiiti,

Jaar odhiinota maantey tumi chiro-naraaj,

Chiro-bidrohii!

Shei oshukh ki chhNulo

tomaye shesh-porjyonto?

Naki ekbaar,

shei shesh ekbaar-er jonyo hole-o

ei shonkromon-er urdhey uThhey giyechhiley,

Rudro?

Binomro spordha-e shei ThhanDa bhoy ke

briddhangushThhi dekhiye

jWoley uThhtey perechhiley,

boley uThhtey perechhiley :

“O bhoy! Ami tomaye bhoy kori na aar!”

Shei sheshbaar jWoley uThhe-i,

Moha-nishkromon….

Mrityu-r cheye o heemshitol kono gobhheer-e,

Jeykhaney bhoy nei,

srot nei,

ishara nei

udbhranto klanti nei…..

Kono-kichhu-i nei…..

Shudhu tumi achho

Bhitor-e, bahir-e, ontor-e,

Aar keu nei,

konokichhu nei……

Shei toh Bhalo!

Shei dhulo-te Daakchhiley

Buk-er bhitor thakchhiley

Mithye kotha raakhchhiley

Dukkho gulo makhchhiley

Dui haatey

ChNad-er alo-e shukh chhilo

Bibhor srot-er mukh chhilo

Station-e train Dhhukchhilo

Hisheb-nikesh chukchhilo

Shei raat-ey

Otohproto shur chhilo

DWadosh Deul purchhilo

BYathar bali khNurchhilo

Ghurni-Dhheu-e ghurchhilo

Ei phanush-Ta

RongchoTa oi chhondo-tei

LuTiye diye kothar khei

Khoai jurey ta-dhei-dhei

Khoab achhey, pathor nei

Nei manush-Ta

Khor-er ghor-e shaap chhilo

Paap-er obhishap chhilo

Teebro alo-e kNapchhilo

Bagh-er chokh-e maapchhilo

Ashonno shonYash

PunYotoa nodiir joley

ShunYo chhNoa koutuholey

Shey’shob Pujo bhulbey boley

Awthoi bithoi prodiip jWeley

Bishonno BinYash

Shukh-pukurey hNash chorechho

Ei bNechechho, pher morechho

Shohor ghirey Gawr gorechho

Gorgoriye ghor korechho

Montro-pora

Ebar tobey phirti poth-e

Chaka-r dhulo chaarTi roth-e

Pathor bhanga shei shopoth-e

Cholbey cholo amar shathey

Chondrobora!

Ondhoyonkaarer ohonkaar-ey

Bhitiprodo olonkaar-ey

ChawnDo-koThhor shoWyombor-ey

Ashonno shei bheeshon jhhor-ey

Hariye jaoa

Trishnatura Krishnochura

Gola-e niye bish ba shura

Gaan koy’khan dish beshura

Dhulo-r pothey shey taanpura

Kuriye paoa

BrishTi-bYakul koshTo gulo

HoThhat korey sposhTo holo

Pother proyash bhroshTo holo

Aagun Dhheley noshTo holo

Shukh-er rashi

BisMriti aar din-bodol-e

Dighiir chaya-e shongo diley

Gobheer maya-e joriye-chhiley

Lawta-e paata-e chhoriye-chhiley

Buk-er bNashi

PhuTiye-chhiley phool-gulo shob

JuTiye-chhiley bhul gulo shob

Shimul gachher mul gulo shob

Lukiye pheley kon kolorob,

Kajol-kalo?

Ekhon shudhu-i shotYi bola

Ekok poth-e prithok chola

Nijhhum kono raatri bYala

Ujaan-srot-e boiThha ThhYala

Shei toh bhalo!