The blue-eyed

I wish my profession so tense

To disappear from the world;

Don’t want any honour, pretence

It’s not worth my blood.

Let the countries fight,

For right or for wrong

I don’t want to miss the flight

My anger’s not so strong.

Why should I kill someone

I don’t even know?

I have my family, my loved ones

My children want to grow.

We’re fighting on and on

Like morons in this world,

Wars for years reborn

And Peace is just a word!

When fighting sordid wars

Soldiers bleed and die

Leaders call us stars

That had fallen from the sky!

We don’t want these honours

To die dull and distinct

Wish like hunters

Our profession go extinct.

When you are

At the desk, when you are reading,

Your right hand goes slowly to your nose

Postures to bring it to your lips so close,

I know you are involved with the book.

Your eyes so clear with the radian look

When you are writing,

I know you are engaged with what you are creating.

When you are angry, silly I know you are hungry,

I get you some of your favourite food

To see you back in your winsome mood;

When you are doing the daily chores

I try to offer my willing hand,

I do wrong things so right, in millions of scores

To get your not-so-patient stand;

When you are asleep

With hands on my comfort rest

I see my garden I’d guard and keep

The heaven's alive, in my little nest.

At the ice-cream shop

You were licking the hard cold bar

A drop of milk slipped from your lips,

It had to strip on the ground,

You smiled and looked around…

When the hard brown layer

Mutely cracked…

You took it in your messy mouth

Chewed it hard with little care…

By the time, the lines of white began

Crawling down your fingers

You were confused…

Whether to tongue them,

Or the melting bar;

You jumped out of your self polite,

To clear it clean, with all your might…

At the ice-cream shop, my eyes met you first

From a little far

Muscles melted in the pretty sight.

A song of love

Where are you my sunflower,

Where are you my tender star,

We walked along so near and far,

To write a song all together…

When things were fine from five to nine,

Didn’t think you’ll not be mine,

Will stay so close yet be so far,

My only love, my tender star…

How are you my sunflower,

Wonder how you’d gone away so far,

Whatever you do, wherever you are,

You’ll always be my tender star…

Am ageing now my sugar’s high,

I cared for you it’s not a lie,

Standing here I’d smile and cry,

Will wait for us until I die…

There were so many things that slipped away

With days and nights that didn’t stay,

Am here to sing and say,

You are the one my sunflower,

You are the one my tender star…

Dead belief

If I have to believe in what I see the best,

I see the Sun moving from what I call east

To a place I call the west.

I see the empty space above me

I call the sky which isn’t quite there, still there for free.

Yet I have to believe in what sees my silly head,

If I didn't see me pop alive,

I wouldn't see me dropping dead.

Let it pass

When the page without sense

Fell off the table,

With a cracking sound

The bit of life rubbed on it, for no offence

Smelt of dust, was able

To lighten it up that’s on the ground.

Lovers met years ago

Roped in as one,

Winds in between urging to go

Their paths in them, so undone

No sound, no one around

They leave to live without a show.

Wars are in and they are out

Rules within their killing shout,

If love’s to be for it to make

They hang on walls, and look so fake

Better they part with their single heart

Without losing their simple art.

The page that fell with a cracking pain,

Will fly anew and sing again.

just us

My arms are open for the madness of love

I hear sounds a lot of sounds.

Times I left some years ago,

The ears over my hands fixed above,

Hurling noises all around,

With hands stretched am tied so low.

My eyes are open to gauge the sadness of love

I see storms a lot of storms.

Tears left with years gone,

Show to me a kind of

Painting, of fleeting forms

That lies and says it’s still not won.

With open eyes, stretched arms and exposed ears

My feet, a bit above the ground,

Days and months take the years,

Love is singing all around,

With posture there so same at will,

I clearly see me waiting still.

the host

the place is full

with people, with sound and smells of food

to be eaten, with a measured mood…

cars waiting outside the hall,

the spoons and forks,

are up to their winsome work;

everyone looks at the charming host

who’s talking and laughing while stalking the most,

not on one, not on two, but on everyone;

to see that the battle’s won,

has spent a lot

to steal them all, on the spot…

guests begin to eat the words

drowsy with the smell that’s spreading around

the staring host alights from the silent mound

they nod their heads for winning wars;

it’s time to leave over a cup of tea…

cars begin to walk away

space here, is there to stay

fully lost and went empty...

অন্ধ

অন্ধ

অন্ধকারের মধ্যেখানে

নেইকো কোন ভয়,

সুখ শান্তি ভালবাসার

শক্তি বিনিময় ৷

আমরা সবাই আলো এলে

আনন্দেতে হাসি,

দেখে শুনে চক্ষু মেলে

অন্ধ হ’য়ে ফাঁসি ৷

আঁধার হ’লে সারা ভূবন

যায় যে মিলে মিশে

আলোর ঘায়ে মরিয়া মন

ভরিয়ে ফেলি বিশে ৷

অন্ধকারে ঝগড়াঝাটি

মাটি হ’য়ে যায়,

তবু মোদের চোখের খিদে

আলোর পিছু ধায় ৷

Table

The table would have loved to know

It had company.

When on it the reader sat with a book

Read for hours, leaned on it with an inward look,

The rows of emotions that came through the words

The table thought it was the reader’s world.

It would have loved to know

It had company.

When the writer stormed into the pages

Hands shivered to deliver the cages,

Felt a myriad of things untold

The table thought it touched the heart warm and cold.

It would have loved to know

It had company.

When they sat and ate on it

Foods flew in they loved and laughed

Or fought for truth when they bluffed,

Cleaned and cleared in heat and snow

The world outside played symphony.

It’s lying now in a locked up room

With no one there, none to broom

No one reads no one writes

No one eats, loves or fights

To let it think it was a knight.

The gloom of cloud cleared away,

When it thought of the floor and the wall,

Plastic pains had drained to say,

It felt the stable silent call.

without a sound

Sapling to a tree

I have it inside me.

Beginnings of an end, friends of a friend

Are all in the air floating around,

Playing a tune, without a sound.

Staying in time 

It remains the same.

Space is old, just blocked in the frame

Roots that live for the branches to bend

Are all inside me covered in a mound,

Painting a hiss, without a sound.