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…

A joy of Triumph

             

              When I was dud at speaking "English", people (to be precise- my friends) always picked on me. Not everyone of course, but those who had posh accent and individuality, used to make me suss what my status was. I was literally poor compare to them. I had never been in a pub before, neither had a plush adventure.

Bright The Brightest!

“Mum, where’s daddy?  When is he gonna back?”

Piu asks her mum.

Soni’s hands get numb,

Her lips twitch, she can’t find words to react.

Her daughter just wants to know 

Where did her father go!

“He’ll come back, he’ll be here tomorrow!”

Soni murmurs choking down her sorrow.

Little Piu shuts her eyes with a smile of belief

Nothing to worry,

Her mother's with her – her beatific fairy!

Soni tucks her in, sees her off to the world of sleep!

You are STILL in me...

You don't remember, I do -

On our college bus, I just first saw you.

All seats were taken before you get in,

I gave you mine and that's how we begin....

I did love you though,

You didn't see!

Yes, it was long ago,

But you're still in me!!!

Water is precious, water is a gift. Without water, no life can exist!!

        One day on my way back from school, I encountered with an abandon tap gushing out water relentlessly. Somebody might have opened it for his benefit and forgot to turn it off.
        I was eleven then. My mind and heart were far more behind to taste the grudging air of our system. Maybe that's why, I couldn't stop myself to get in on the act.
        I tucked my bicycle in on one side and went to give that tap's mouth a rest.
        "Water is precious, water is a gift. Without water, no life can exist!" A teacher had told me a few days ago. I learned it and used it in a nifty way.
        "What's your name?" A disembodied voice hit me from behind.

A tale of LOVE

Rain, I always feel, expresses a tale of love –an incomparable ‘love story’ of Water and Earth. Somewhere in seclusion, they used to live together in their little flourished hut.

Only love bounded them, until fierce Sun desolated their world. They tried to fight him, to outwit him, to quash him.... but they were too dim against Sun's outrage. In the end, they had to concede defeat and Water was been caged. She began waiting at the gate of final frontier in  hope to be with her love one day.

Live and let live

"One, two and three!!"

Tinku reckons in glee.

Sweating over all day,

here comes his pay.

Three fishes, he has caught

More than enough, he thought!

Putting them in his basket,

he sets out for market.

He will sell them out.

He will make his mother proud.

Being Nobody

Let's begin with a cliche - I am a nobody who dreams of being somebody. I have fours elder brothers and one sister. And they have set a high bar of expectation for me.
Someone told me once "Being the youngest child in a family is like having luscious dinner at a five-star hotel every night." Well, it's not that cushy. I tell you why.