In your garden

Wherever you go
in the darkest or brightest
of places you may not even know
you are with me, under my behest

when you cease to escape and submit
in your space, miracle becomes a habit

whatever you do
in the absence or presence
of others around you
with you I bond in every sense

when you cease to escape and submit
in your space, miracle becomes a habit

whatever you think or speak
with you or with others anywhere
I build the words pronounced or bleak
with you, I’m always there

when you cease to escape and submit
in your space, miracle becomes a habit

from your birth to your death
I’m with you in every single breath
once you know this for certain
bliss will reside in your garden.

Take care

Accept the child
born from marriage
of two hearts
it needs your love and concern
take care, be it a daughter or a son
it comes to unite two families
through its relation, into one
into your new roles
you are reborn with its birth
it is the child of this earth.

Accept the child
born from rape or other human disgrace
of two unfortunate hearts
it needs your love and concern
take care, be it a daughter or a son
it comes to write its own story
feel blessed if it chooses you as parents
into your gifted new roles
you are reborn with its birth
it is the child of this earth.

ডুবুরি সভ্যতা

বিদ্যার জাহাজ তুমি
বিদ্যার সাগরে ভাসছ
ডুবে ডুবে জল খাচ্ছ
ভাবছ তুমি অমর?
ঐ দেখ! তোমার ইষ্টদেবের
বাহনেরা তোমাকে পরিত্যাগ
করছে, তুমি তোমার বিপদ
ডেকে এনেছ, তাই ওরা নিরাপদ
স্থান খুঁজছে, হায় উন্নাসিক
তোমার জ্ঞানের ভারের আঘাত
মূঢ় কালিদাসের মত, কেটেছে
নিজের ডাল, তোমার সে
ডানা-কাটা পরির রূপ
ধূসর হ’য়ে আছড়ে পড়ছে
একটু একটু ক’রে পালক খসছে
গর্তের ভিতর দিয়ে জল ঢুকছে
তোমার গগনচুম্বি গর্বের জন্য
আকাশের ডাকে আর তুমি উড়তে
পারবে না, সমুদ্রের গর্ভেই পাবে
তুমি তোমার স্থান, এক ডুবুরি
সভ্যতার মত

Lines

They looked at me. Pleaded me
to never write about them
until they read the lines.

I am still waiting
since many years
like a word
formed with letters
of a strange language;
it battled
shied away like a bird
its feathers carried traces of blood.

I have ceased to become the word
but I sense it wanders quietly
in the woods
longing to write the lines
about them.

Holocaust

Nothing much has changed

as far as views, eyes exchange
ears review and hear.

Stars still fall and rise
time apparels in disguise
horizon seldom comes near.

Greed breeds chastening grief
overcast mind doesn’t know of relief
until for a split, clouds clear.

The overweight bird falls on the ground
wings clipped, its tender chirps screech around
the flyer crawls in agony and fear.

Civilization with poisoned holocaust
earlier it attacked from the back, at any cost
now it appears from the rear.

Lust violates love in broad daylight trysts
words defeat words, actions freeze at ease
intent remains the same, content and form differ.

Feathers are falling, failing to fly
truths in their spaces, unable to lie
yet nothing has changed in thousands of years.

If it's time to change, all birds in nesting trees

drop those silly thoughts, from the minds to the seas

killers resting in us will surely disappear.

Now

Now there’s no escape

the mind has opened
like the door
for long it was used
excused as closed, unfriendly.

It is pounding
like my heart
overwhelmed with
warmth of companionship
clouded so long, now free.

It has spread
like the sky, a blue saree
I gifted to my beloved
I am now one with her
separated for years.

The tension on the stage
softened, as far as I can see
borrowed faith and fear
then, reborn in chain, had to change
there is no escape now.

love

Love evolves in lives

lives, loves, leaves

its trails on leaves

loving tales unveil.

Lovers laugh lament

living truths and lies

letters lightly write

in volumes reveal delight.

Love falls in deeds and words

love lies in lucid breaths

love alone lights the world

love launders darkness.

Love-some hearts witness

love defeating deaths.

Love fills the ground
its hues hum above
chanting all around
long live love.

Endless game

I have found you at last

if not anywhere else

at least

in my endless search.

When I eat something

from the roadside shop

meet someone on the street

or when I write to you, about you

lifting from the past leaves anew

in some obscure page

that I gathered being on the stage

within my visible time and space,

you touch me with your smiles

a push, a warm hug

from a whispering wind

touches my nerves,

a mongrel can smell you

sense you on my knees

it climbs

doesn’t find, strangely looks

I see you in the eyes of an urchin

the most divine face

to face nothings now and again

I see you in the fanning ears of a silly cow

for a split

you are open out there

you disappear I don’t know how

in your favorite game

you play with me

like a child who doesn’t know its name

can hardly speak

laughs aloud playing hide and seek

yet the game is only to seek and find

for I know you're here for good, you never hide.

You hide behind the moon

covered under my sleeping pillow

behind the morning sun

that touches my coffee cup

we so tenderly share

or you may be lying below

veiling in the newly arrived newspaper.

The day begins to sing

again, you play the tune I start to sense

the quest restarts

either in my meaningless work

or in my indolence.

Fair weather

I see April in the trees
right here in winter
my eyes do not leave her
smell, her sweetness
doesn’t give over
from my green ears;
whether it is freshness or heartburn
I wonder
she is adorning a strange garden
I am immured
with helpless whiteness
freezing, shivering
colors its proclivity
love allures
is she my age that's left from all the parts
years ago
trembling feet, diffident palate
crackling chest
April flows, hallucinates
gives a hand
to my melting eyes and ears
I see her inside,
with memories built in the mind
trees with white barks, tireless withering time
so stark is the whiteness, this lady’s prime.

Downpour of plough

I try to take out the words

hidden in my pages
hollow bubbles
addled, unable to fly
volumes of lifeless letters
crowded, clouded
onerously play in my organs
I know you wouldn’t overwrite your love
on written leaves
but they refuse to leave
I lie like a useless instrument
my garden, overburdened
with stillborn thoughts.

With effort, one by one,
I clear them all
so your saplings could fall
reign upon my open field
your search for emptiness
reaches my space
my senses
feel the yield
not anymore on the run
in the same soil I fly
experience fulfillment.