মিথ্যা-কান্ড

সারাদিন কাজ করে 

যাই ধানাই পানাই, 

শুধু 

ঠাকুরের কাছে

ঠাকুরের সাথে 

বসবার-ই কোনও 

সময় নাই, 

এ কি কান্ড ভাই

উপস্থিতি

উপস্থিতি 

ঠাকুর এখানে আছেন
এখন আছেন
কাঞ্চনজঙ্ঘার মত। 

Presence

He is here
right now
like Kanchenjunga

Présence

Il est ici
à l'heure actuelle
comme le Kanchenjunga

circus

if i respect you,
I worship you but
do not follow you,
if i disrespect you,
I do not worship you,
but follow you,

circus of animals
and jokers.

i am insane

disinterested, disillusioned, disoriented, bemused.... not because of those unfortunate countries fighting useless battles, but generally

all troubles are created by the educated mind, insane, but true...

but I carry this burden on my shoulders... i have to say that the world is a good place.... i need to be politically correct, i have to write in good English...

insane

we have converted the world into a stage of garbage

where people still want to play, earn, learn,

and have fun,

insane

everywhere we fight with injustice,

still, we say we are proud to keep alive

the spirit of fighting, we need to fight, we need to fight, we need to fight because this is strength, this is power, insane... never ever do we say we need to love, we have kept love out of the periphery, insane

if we say we need to love it becomes a quote, either by some malai dama, or by some boutam gudhha, insane

Just born

Consider me dead. 

I am just born. 

of little or of no value

knowledge without

application, 

floccinaucinihilipilification

roleplay

I did nothing for her, 

it's a shame I called

her my wife all through

my fainted conjugal life, 

now that she's out of 

the mess, 

I pray to you;

either I rise from the 

sea of sins, 

through your forgiving

miraculous benevolence, 

my affection towards her

expressed in kind, 

lets her forget

callous neglects

the role couldn't afford

to play, withhold

or, 

I get drowned, 

die a disgraceful death, 

without her within, 

good or bad

she's not in the scene

anymore. 

the dead script

sky at night
you touch the stars,
I sing a song of a dancing
soldier

his duty summoned him,
he became a comedian
in the opera

the audience wept
wars are spreading
the message of blood

the soldier is
singing of love

time is moonwalking
in the desolate space
the pre-written act
playing out the dead script

the lost rainbow

you left me
I felt deserted
for long

in winter,
my heart sensed
the heat of a 
sweltering summer
it hurt, fired my
ribs, my shoulders
for days and nights

then
there was this sudden
smell of petrichor,
a taste of salt in the eyes
withered in the rain
the downpour consumed
the tears,
left me thirsty

a year sat in my
lounge
ran into the old
books that knew
our long whispers,
our love-making songs

who is right who wrong,
who is weak who strong,
I had these juvenile rhyming
answer-less questions
trying to help, not tease
but they kept me entertained
like a floor show that comprised
dancing and striptease

I heard your steps
in the kitchen garden
the space was impatient
with the time that
baked a restless
silence
I was famished

on the double, I know
you'll never call me back
the papers,
cold letters had expelled
the crescent from the garden
the sun will never sleep
with the rain

I feel the same breeze
embracing me, the same
clouds caressing me,
the sun had the same glow,
the rain had the same charm,
oftentimes the two met
but there wasn’t a rainbow

Grief-stricken

O grief why would you
walk with me? Even when 
I am filled with jubilance,
why would you pick on me?

Woebegone to be a part of your
world. Yet, with each stroke of
glory, though I relish success,
withal in the middle of a
thunderous applaud, in the
background, I hear your
doleful whistle.

A golden garden with singing birds,
lovers meeting with an open heart,
your tune hums a pensive song,
a certain whisper of your stretch,
a whimper, the world will fall apart.