Sunday, September 30, 2012

গুপি বাঘা হতভাগা

















গুপি বাঘা হতভাগা


গুপি বাঘা হতভাগা
বেসুরো, বেতালা তাই
গ্রামছাড়া হ’ল তারা
গাধা চ’ড়ে, টুপি প’ড়ে
অজানা, অদেখা দেশে
পাড়ি দিল গালি খেয়ে
গান বাজনার দোষে ৷

মিলে গেল তারা দুই
দুঃখের সাথি হ’য়ে
বোকা ব’লে সব্বাই
চুনকালি দিল মিছে
ঘুম চোখ নিয়ে তাই
খিদে পেটে শুতে গেল
খোলা আকাশের নীচে ৷

ভুত রাজা ব’লে গেল
‘তোরা বড় ভাল ছেলে’
তিন বর দিয়ে যাই ৷
বর তিন নিয়ে তোরা
বর্বর লোকেদের খুব ভালবাসবি
গান দিয়ে, তাল দিয়ে
সবাইকে নিয়ে তোরা
ভাল পথে চলবি ৷

এই বর পেয়ে তারা
কত মজা করল,
যুদ্ধের মাঠে তাই
গান, সুর, তাল নিয়ে
মারামারি থামল !
ওদের বরের গুণে
মন্ডা মিঠাই এনে
মিষ্টির বৃষ্টিতে
রাগিপেট ভরল ৷

বাঙালির মানি মন
মানিকের পর্দায়
এ হেন মেজিকে যেন
মন প্রাণ ভ’রে যায় ৷
ভাবি তাই এইবার
পর্দাটা তুলে যদি
গুপি বাঘা আসত,
যুদ্ধরা বোকা ব’নে
গানে, সুরে ভাসত ৷

চালাকির চালে আর
বিশ্ব ত চলেনা,
চল নারে বোকা হ’য়ে
এইটুকু বুঝে নেই
গুপি, বাঘা গেছে কই ?
নয় তারা ফেলনা
টুপি প’ড়ে গাধা চ’ড়ে
আমাদের সব্বার
বোকাছেলে দুটকেই
খুঁজে আনা দরকার ৷

মার সাথে ঘরে আয়
বেশীদিন নেই আর
প্রার্থনা করি মোরা
তালে, গানে, সুরে, তোরা
ভোরে ফেল দেশটা ৷
পূজোর ভোরেতে হবে
গুপি বাঘা হতভাগা
তোদেরই মনের মত
সরল, সুরেলা কাজ
শিখবার চেষ্টা ৷

Gupi and Bagha are two famous characters of the gupi-bagha series created by Satyajit Ray's grand-father Upendra Kishore in his novel Gupi Gayen Bagha Bayen. This was made into a series of film by Ray. According to the story, Gupi and Bagha are two good-for-nothings who were thrown out of their respective villages on a donkey. Punished because of their extreme bad performance in singing and in playing the drum. In the forest, they come in contact with each other. That night, they starved to sleep. In their dreams, they met the king of ghost with his troop, who gave them three boons. 1) They can sing (Gupi) and can play the drum (Bagha) without ever going out of tune, and the audience would go numb (stabdha) during their performance, 2) They can eat and wear anything, 3) They can go anywhere. All they needed to do was clap, but the condition was that one hand should be Gupi's and the other Bagha's (what interdependence!).
The king of ghost said he was giving them those boons because they were essentially good human beings. From then on, their life changed. They did many good things wherever they went. They were able to stop the war between two kings, who were twins but were separated from each other because they became victims of a ploy. Gupi and Bagha had stopped the war by raining sweets (monda mithai) right in the middle of the war. The soldiers, who were starving, ate to their hearts' content and became friends.
With this as the background, the poem imagines Gupi Bagha to appear as real characters, jump from the screen and come during this puja and transform the world. The poem asks for their forgiveness for having banished them because it feels that fools like them are now needed more than the so-called intelligent people. I am sorry I wasn't able to translate it. However, I am trying...the moment something sensible comes, will post.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Journey



I am in my prison, 
Cheated with reason, 
Bound by my thoughts, 
Clouded by thwarts. 
  
My body is amongst 
A myriad of seconds, 
Aping past moments, 
My soul is in angst. 
  
Off with the ism 
In me I see lights 
Raining delights 
Breaking free through the prism.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Question



Who has more power?
The one who takes or the one who gives has supports to shower
Who loves more?
The one who leaves or the one who lives the stage despite poor score
Who has more peace?
The one who talks of it or the one whose power to love
Has no condition to please?
Who is happier today?
The one who has more or the one who is at ease
Come what may.

In all the things we are looking in a person in this debate
Is perhaps the one who loves to love and hates to hate.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Outsider




We are so outside 
Looks, caste, gains on the whole 
While meaning escapes from the narrow hole 
What we have, how we feast 
Our own outsiders to say the least. 

Words



Words are us, not words alone 
The shades that shape the games they play 
Images print in the mind forlorn 
Garland or chain us every day. 

Words destroy, they also heal 
They are out to hit and harm 
Worlds we tend to so conceal 
Through words from us can also charm. 

Being



Yes I am breathing 
Yet always in my then 
Is it what's living 
Am I really sane? 

People and objects 
When they're all with me, 
My sleeping mind all rejects 
Until the time they flee! 

Days became months so fast and months became years 
My body is all so heavy now still the heart in tears 
If only I could leave aside, my then behind me 
I could breathe and live my now, I could just here be! 

A game winsome



Together we plan 
Together we can. 
To make us complete 
Let's not compete. 

Let's all dance and play 
See our sorrows disappear. 
Let's share and stay 
From far and near. 

Thank the world so kind 
Say, 'Thanks a ton'! 
It's all in the mind 
To win as one . 

Promise



I am here to mend, not end 
I am here to defend, not offend. 

I am here to work you see 
Only at my pace, 
Time means little to me 
What matters is my space. 

Don't believe in facts though 
I believe in bond 
Not here to react so 
Here to just respond. 

Hear me clear, I am here just to give and lend 
Safe and sound you see, 
Out of race, out of trend 
At peace and ease with me.

O sense



Sense O sense, you tire me 
As i so run out of breath 
If ever I'd have you free 
Will hang you until death. 

Ah noh! No, no...no, no 
Like you I don't kill and slay 
This is just to let you know 
Will never come your way.  

Laughing gun


This scientist you see 
Almost got a Nobel Prize 
She invented a laughing gun for free 
Took everyone by surprise... 
  
Carrying, she claims if you shoot the gun 
Everyone will laugh, love and only have fun 
She asks us to try, in neighbouring countries of the world, 
She is sure the gun, with an angry mob, would work. 
  
It has to be first approved by all clever men 
What a silly gun this is, before our wit and acumen! 
Counter-attacked the wise, try it must we should 
Let us see her craft if it’s of any good. 
If so much was invested inventing tear gun 
That had over the years, made people flee and cry. 
Why don’t we give this d*mn just a little try? 
Okayed was it for some willy-nilly fun. 
  
There’s running there a bitter angry mob 
She shot just once, that crafty little knob. 
Grounded and stunned to see what they saw 
It turned into a stage with everyone in awe! 
Their anger ran away they were laughing all in one 
The silenced audience saw the drama with the gun. 
All were shaking hands, the mob and the cop 
Happy were they all from the bottom to the top. 
  
Days passed. The lab where she invented the gun? 
No trace. No mark. All over, all were done. 
She was tried in court as the story goes. Fled and went on the run. 
Her tears kept rolling on and on, without a tear gun. 
  
Hush! She’s now not alone, is with her little child 
Trying laugh guns in the wind; are out in the wild. 

The Fox and the Crane



The Fox and the Crane were just simple friends 
One would run the other fly making to meet their ends. 
They ate to their taste made no haste to have their friends’ food, 
But one day they thought they’d change their tongue for bad or for good. 
Hey Crane, said the Fox, why don’t you come to my den, 
I’ll let you taste what I have, who knows you might try again! 
Gladly so gladly the Crane went to eat in his spot, 
Was touched to see the grub was served in an earthen pot. 
The Crane went on and blew along all its huge wings, 
No one knew with his voice too he dances and he sings! 
  
I ate all o my pal                                             with my tall sharp beak, 
I ate all so now the call                                   my joy is at its peak! 
We drool, drool, drool 
Our moves are so droll 
We sing and dance so cool 
To play and rock and roll 
Da da titi ra…dara ra titi                                we are wee happy 
Di di doodoo do …dooro didi di                     here to poop and pee! 
   
O what I ate and how I ate was all so very good, 
Now dear Fox you need to try a bit of what’s my food. 
  
Gladly the Fox went along to meet his dear mate, 
Tasty bit was now served in a huge plate. 
Happiness kept flowing out of stout wagging tail, 
On the ground he danced around with smile in every trail. 
He swept the food still kept on licking with his tongue, 
Wasn’t there a drop of grain nothing was unsung! 
  
I ate all o my pal                                              with my broad sharp teeth, 
I ate all so now the call                                    my joy is what I breathe! 
We drool, drool, drool 
Our moves are so droll 
We sing and dance so cool 
To play and rock and roll 
Da da titi ra…dara ra titi                                we are wee happy, 
Di di doodoo do …dooro didi di                     here to poop and pee! 
  
Crane my friend I loved the way you had the grub nicely brought, 
O dear fox I loved to eat the soup you served in that pot. 
We don’t eat and look alike, not same are our trends, 
Like us we unlike we’re too simple friends! 

Jack and Jill



Jack and Jill went up the hill 
To fetch a pail of water, 
Jack came down when he was done 
And Jill came dancing after. 
  
With them they bring a bird that sings, 
It fell off from a tree, 
They cared for it to cure its wings, 
Until it flew was free. 

Humpty Dumpty



Humpty dumpty sat on a chair, 
Humpty dumpty sang with love and care. 
All the king’s forces all the king’s men, 
With Humpty Dumpty sang again and again!! 

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Sound-sense-silence

Sound-sense-silence

Sound, sense, silence are saplings from the soil 
Seem slow and stable in our cells. 
As unsung songs unseal 
Seeking to save, see, solace our souls. 

Flow

flow

Sound, sense, silence 
O what friends wise! 
All day long, from each one – steady and strong 
They set, rise, arise 
For good or for bad, for right or for wrong 
They team and they tense. 
  
Sound, sense, silence 
O what words they are! 
They are here to stay, inside and out 
They trick and they mar, 
Within each, they sink and they sprout 
Beyond their means, and beside their fence. 
  
Sound, sense, silence 
O what matters they are found most everywhere! 
Their hide and seek and howl, 
By fair means or foul, 
Played from the front to the rear 
In their defense, offense. 
  
The sound of sense, 
Lies perhaps in silence! 
And the silence in sound, 
With sense on the round, 
Comes and goes 
As feelings or as words, 
Or matter that flows, 
For better or for worse!

Lure failure

Lure failure

I have failed in many of my tries 
Hope is a burnt toast, faith here dries. 

Suddenly O suddenly I see a seed sown 
I cover, uncover, recover - to discover my own. 

Failures have failed to keep me mighty low 
I gained again the energy, the journey starts to glow.  

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Welcome dude


Welcome dude

In and out
It’s time to sprout

Pull and push
One more in the bush

Keep or scratch
Trash or thatch
Give or take
Make or break
Nest or fuss
Onus on us

Coz it didn’t even ask
If it’s fun or a task
So when it is to come
To it we welcome.

My pleasure


My pleasure

The night is calm and sweet
Time has stopped. No noise - no beat

Closed are your lips, so pretty close
The poem has them locked, as an unending prose
Eyes are shut, you shut within
A feather on bed, your Self has been
You move like a fish, to swim it around
My Self sings a song, with not a little sound
The night is so calm, all full of charm
We ease out the night, and rest in its arm
Tired are you, awake asleep
Happy are you to have taken the leap

Calm is the night, so tender and thin
My prose just arrived with a poem within.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Hutapatalahoo

Hutapatalahoo

Hey silky grumpy face 
Sadly grimace race 
Come sing and dance and play 
Do hutapatalahoo 
  
With terror in the brain 
Horror all in vain 
Killing gunning men 
Women and children 
Living dying when 
No one knows you do? 
So hutapatalahoo 
  
Jerk it joke it phoo 
Sense has no sense too 
Hugging kissing do 
Say hutapatalahoo 
  
Moon is coming soon 
Night has become noon 
Covered men have come 
To shoot and kill us some 
Donno. You-know-who? 
So hutapatalahoo 
  
Rocking rolling do 
Meaning freaking too 
Just loving living do 
Do hutapatalahoo 
  
Bless you dress you nude 
Hey all of us are dude 
To rude and shrewd and crude 
Drop the fight and feud 
Let us live all do 
To hutapatalahoo 
  
Do so say so do 
To hutapatalahoo 
More hitting hurting do 
We living loving do  
More horror terror do 
More vanish finish do 
We magic music do 

We hutapatalahoo 
Just hutapatalahoo