The sound of your silence

When the night burgeons,

When fierce thunder roars in resonance,

Afraid, you huddle up in the corner,

Parrying those evil guffaws – those only you can hear.

4500 Mistakes

     

     Humans have a tendency to make mistakes. By mistake, they have learnt the prowess of nuclear-enigma. By mistake, they have come up with a nearly impeccable trading system. By mistake, they comprehended every nuance of mother Earth. But, not every mistake is as benevolent as these cited three. 
     About 7000 years ago, someone did an indelible mistake. Realizing the impotence of humans’ discovery, he put forward a theory; THE THEORY OF GOD. 
     GOD – you can’t sense him, but you can feel him. He always lingers around you. Only, you need to ask and he will aid you by all means. The concept was clear – “God is a friend who boosts your inner strength, makes you valiant and self-assured.” Till then, everything was hunky-dory. But that mistake was repeated. And it was repeated again and again. So far, we have nearly 4500 concepts of god.

Eternal Loneliness

I didn’t let you know how much I cared for you,

Only held an umbrella above your head,

When raindrops were blitzing in rage.

Stood by your side forever,

Even when the entire world turned savage.

Republic day of India

My India conquered the trophy of ‘the seventh largest country in the world’ – long before. Roaming through its veins will definitely stun you, amaze you and APPAL you. On the one hand, you can witness why its miscellaneous shades of climate is a perfect muse for dreamers. On the other hand, the malignant facet of its sophistication will sear your naïve belief for sure. Despite every a little thing, I love my country and I always will. But I am not a jingoist.

পথ চেয়ে আছি

কুয়াশা ভেজা ঘাসের হাত ধরে,

যদি তুমি আমার স্বপ্নে উঁকি দাও –

দেখবে, “আমি আজও বেচে আছি।”

আমার অশ্রু হাহাকারে,

যদি একটিবার কান পাত –

শুনবে, “হ্যাঁ, আমি এখনো আছি।”

ঝলসানো মরীচিকার হাতছানিতে,

যদি তুমি দৌড়ে যাও –

বুঝবে, “আমি এখনো জেগে আছি।”

কুয়াশার খোলস, অশ্রুর ছায়া,

আর মরীচিকার নিবিড় আহবান –

সবই আমায় নিয়ে গেছে সেই দেশে

যেখানে, “তুমি রানী, আর আমি তোমার রাজা।”

দিয়েছে আমায় এক স্নিগ্ধ অনুভূতি,

যা আমি শব্দের জালে নামিয়েছি পাতায়, বারবার।

আর না!!

আর কবিতার আশ্রয় নেব না!!

- এখন নির্জলা গোধূলির রঙে মিশবো।।

Rhythm of my heart

 

A wee rhythm wafts out in my tears…

I cling to her hand, cause –

It might not last.

A wee rhythm burns me in flares…

She jilts me, cause –

I peeked at her past.

A wee rhythm still scratches my scars…

I want her back, cause –

She’s my soul, she’s a must!

WOMEN

           Without them this world would never be as dazzling as it is now. They are the incarnation of kindness, affection, care, love…
           They are mothers. They are sisters. They are daughters. They are lovers. They are WOMEN.

You are not weak,

You are not small,

You can shine above all!

Believe me! You can do…

Believe me! I believe in you…