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.

Let it lie

It’s climbing up inside my head

I’m with my load when off the bed

I struggle to catch it and squeeze it away

Can’t get inside and find a way

I burn it, hang it, throw it down

A fool’s inside with a bit of a frown

The Sun and the Moon in their ecstasy

Are tired to know can’t fire me

I failed yet smiled on the yellow field

I stayed awake through the muddy track

Live it up I’ll as I fail to yield

Light let it lie inside my back

Eons of years ago

I could have said what I said differently

Eons of years ago

Questions could have been answers

Eons of years ago

tongue mirrored through the lenses

Words within their fences

teeth not shown voice not blown

Eons of years ago

I could have done what I did differently

Eons of years ago

Work could have made my penny’s worth

Eons of years ago

Casting a spell for the magic hell

Eating blood and drinking flesh

In the brownie mud still so fresh

My acts could have been different

Eons of years ago

There is now no time in the open rhyme

Twins they are when 

overlooked is a hollow crime since

Eons of years ago