Retelling

Lines do not come from me
they do, through me, says Rumi*.

Yes I know we steal the tune
in every day and night to prune
with or without the witness of the stars
rises and falls, lies in our hearts
comes out as words, humming breeze
in seconds, as thousand memories
touch the leaves or the flute
as fruits flowing deep, from the roots.

Verses that give us a hand
mimicking the message of the Band.


Rumi* - A famous poet who needs little introduction

Pen to paper

Floating in the mind are stories to pen
emotions of unnoticed ladies and gentlemen
meandering, looking out for leaves
embrace them all, without motives, malice.

Their skin, kith and kin, to matter least
patient pages like earth, to drink the ink at ease
no questions asked, no judgements passed
fables of colorful days, simply present from the past.

Once written off, where will the yarns lead
in the lifeless shelves or in the lively read
whatever be their fate, wherever they are to reign
papers will devour tales, of ladies and gentlemen.

Take an apple break

My cell has become my cell
but worse is desktop, I can tell
I have ceased to breathe free
to be under a winsome tree
in garden of flowers and fruits
to retrieve my fading roots.

Nature I see on screen
but the one that’s out serene
I ignore to see and smell
this weakens every cell
I run tad out of breath
waste my time at length.

The techs are not so bad
they often make us glad
they were bought to ease our life
but we’re seized and trapped in file
they came to us for sure
so we’d work a little less
but we slog now even more
and find us all in stress.

O my loving mind
be a little kind
drive us from this mess
tell us how to find
a balance and be friends
with all these helpful techs.

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.