Shanto samay er golpo

ChhuTi

Tomake chhara

Anekkhon holo tomake chhere
Tin ghonta ba tar o beshi hote pare
Proti ta muhurto ke tomar katha bolechhi
cellphone ta ke chhure fele diyechhi dure
Anek kedechhi....chokher pata o klanto
sob jol nodi hoye boye gechhe aaj...
Nijeke ojosro mithya bolar seshe
Ekhon sranto osohay nirobota mone
Tomar chhobita roye gechhe laptop e
sorai ni....dekhlei je khub kosto hochchhe
Tate tomake haranor bhiru anondo pachchhi

Aajker tin ghonta bistrito hobe din,soptaho
maas bochhor chhuye anonter dike
Tomake chhara keu nei, kichhu nei
sob byastota aaj stobdho hoye gechhe......

Promise of a Poem

I told you I'd write a poem for you
I thought I'd write a song for you
But my tears flooded my senses
Black fonts have all disappeared
White screen is blinking
as blankly as ever...
I hope you'll understand
I hope you will....

Futility

How many more days
Shall I have to live
On this Roullette wheel
Where words
round and square
of varied colours
Are being thrown at me?

Like a medieval thief
I gaze at the crowd around me
Delirious with joy
Fierce in expression
And void in thought....

How many more days
Shall I have to live
With my ankles shackled
to the stone with chains
of pity and false wisdom?

Like a prehistoric prey
I touch the wound
on my damp chest
As I lie down and gaze into
My enemy's blue eyes

How many more days
Of this placid torpor?
Deadly blue dreams?
How many?

The Masochist Speaks

Sometimes in the room
Of my deepest fantasies
I wonder...
How would it have been
If I could give myself
The pain beyond all pain
So that there'll be no pain after that?
If I could somehow scoop up my heart
From its bony nest
Lest it suddenly breaks?
Or could slit open my eyeballs
Before it longs for you
And gazes along the road
That led you astray?

How would it feel
To smear my variegated soul
On a hueless cold stone wall
To draw a collage of life
Before the wild dagger
Finds it's mark?
Or to pass on my light
To the next one in the line
Before the darkness
Nibbles me away,slowly....

Sometimes while brooding
In the dark dusty room
Of my deepest fantasies,
I want to face the ever-illuding shadow
And to press a kiss on its dead,damp lips
Before it shows its sneering black teeth to me
And takes me in for the numb slumber.

I wish I really could....

Darkness and me....

Blue dreams....I love you! And I loved her, too! But now that both of you are gone, why should I live? This suffocating darkness is not where I belong. Why am I here? I remember very well how I always tried to follow your soothing glow, like a sleepwalking child. How did the paths of light lead to this insatiably hungry darkness? I saw a glint in your eyes that perplexed me...and that laughter of yours....or was it hers? She was delirious. She said, you know, she loves me,too. Why, are you laughing at me now, darkness, my dear friend? Of course, you don't believe in love. Me neither, faithful servant of yours that I am now! But somehow I feel like you also had loved somebody at some time! Was it light that you loved? Yes, you have inside your cold heart all the nuances of broken hearts, misled souls and unsung sagas!Let me love her for the last time, wipe her tears and slit open her throat! Then I'll embrace you and intertwined, we will whisper in each other's hearts, our little stories, that merry people of light will never come to know!!!