Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Sisters and brothers

Such a small handful of people
are they more powerful than us
sisters and brothers
of the world?

We are millions and trillions of us
who wouldn't want wrathful wry wars
we want the dry weapons
removed from the hands immediately
don’t we?

Then how is it that such a handful few
do not lend their ears to us anew
are we blaming them all the time
pushing them more towards the crime
those confused leaders
aren’t they also one of us
sisters and brothers
of the world?

No more peace organization can do the magic
no more lines of poems can perhaps undo the tragic
unless we placed truth over logic;
of all the sentient beings
only humans invented wars
others kill only to eat,
for them, there is no winning nor defeat
all this while we thought of war as natural
it’s untrue, it’s false, it’s plastic, it’s artificial
from our minds we need to kill wars for good
in the name of an inclusive humanhood
for peace and prosperity
for growth, for our birth-right liberty
can’t we organize ourselves to rid of this fuss
ye sisters and brothers
of the world?

Weapons to rest in peace in museums
wars that troubled the floors for years
to be scrapped as bad debts of our universe
o sisters and brothers can’t we win with love a handful few
for they are our sisters and brothers  too!

We need to wash the frozen hatred clean
gift the world, charming countries within
its warm nature serene
the leaders, they are so few in numbers
by us they need to be influenced
if we convinced them on things that made sense
we take the responsibility on our shoulders
of restoring peace in our winsome campus
going forward, an emphatic ‘no’ to weapons and wars
the tortured earth will profusely thank us
let us convince the leaders
we need no more of wars and weapons
we can make it happen, as sisters and brothers
of the world.

I become my stories

The page is my dais
the infinite stage,
my universe;
retelling in words
in prose or in verse
I come back to the leaf
for the compulsive relief.
In ecstasies, agonies
I become my stories.

I walk without steps
jump over the fence
fly without wings
with sky in my head
stars all around
clouds on the ground
I whisper without breath
I dance in a trance
I speak without letters
with minutest details
that form into words.
In hopes and in despair
the loving lines appear.

The wrongs and the rights
of the borders and the fence
with its numerous tales
I sing without notes
its tender cadence
life's moving moments
in abundance, decadence
through days and through nights
I come and I leave
willing in delight
the forever lying leaf
I touch every sense
through the gaps of silence.
With its worries and glories
I become my stories.

অমূল্য রতন

টাকাকড়ি সোনাদানা জিনিস রাশিরাশি
মানসম্মান, প্রতিপত্তি থাকুক ঠাসাঠাসি
সবই বেকার মনের মাঝে না যদি রয় খুসি
আর সোবার
আগে সবার মুখের সহজ সরল হাসি

মিথ্যে
হাসির মেকাপ রে ক্লান্ত হয় যে মন
সত্যি হাসি ভিতর থেকে কাঁদে সারাক্ষণ

এই দুনায়ায় সবকিছুই কিনতে পাওয়া যায়
রকমারি বাইরের সুখ সবাই পেতে চায়
এত পেয়েও কেন তবু মনের হাহাকার
ফুটে ওঠে মুখের ওপর নিয়ে অনেক ভার

আমরা যে তাই খুঁজছি দেখ তাদের দিনেরাতে
জিতে নিতে পারছি কোথায় দুঃখী ভূবনেতে

বল দেখি কোন পথেতে আসবে গো সেই হাসি
কেমন রে মনের মধ্যে উঠবে ভ’রে খুসি
ভিতর যদি নির্মল হয় সুচিন্তার বলে
সে থেতেই ফুটবে তারা সকালে বিকালে

মনটা
খুলে রাখো সদাই চিন্তিত ভাই বোন
ভিতর থেকে পাবে সবাই অমূল্য রতন

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Relationship

My child
related to me through blood

not my spouse

but both, equally important!

What a loving lesson

on relationship I learn
in the very home I house!

Keep it up

Keep trying
in autumn or in spring
in times smooth and rough
the terrain might be tough
write your lines
and keep writing
in the open page of life
keep doing

keep failing, falling

in every season
in the leaves that unfold
in the obstacles
of 
stories unheard, untold
that appear as lessons
read them through and through
whether they’re false or true
keep reading

keep listening

the guide is sure to find
nesting in the mind
singing the tender tone
the bell so sound, so own
keep loving, keep looking, keep moving
keep going, keep growing, keep glowing


keep travelling

being in the journey
is the key
winning, losing we equally brave
we emerge not as a slave
but as a queen or a king
keep your chin up, your faith high
to reach the touching sky
keep smiling

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

seven stories in three lines

my ears
heard enough tales
return to the mountains

the ash has fire
a gray-haired man sees
on heaps of burning leaves

useless promises
on barren fields
winds buzzing shame

blank page
looks at the monsoon sky
stories rain

an old pond
a child plops a stone
frog leaps in time

flowers blooming
cajoling the wired borders
spreading friendship out of control

my eyes
seen enough stories
return to the seas

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

In the company

It was at a party – at night
I watched the stars
drink, dance, dream
their eyes awake
blinking, twinkling, winking
soft music played the wind.

Friends, they could be guests
I must have held some hands
stars hung beside the moon
the sky became the room
I was a little high.

Woke up late drowsy
still in trance on the floor
remembered how I danced
I stole myself out
with shoes in my hand
stories in my mind.

Thinking of birds asleep in their nests
I yearned for life!
Drove back home with the moonlight.

Monday, January 22, 2018

some small poems

trees
from the desktop
witness deforestation
***
sunshine
on the canvas
in the child’s smiles
***
waves crying on the beach
rain
in the child’s eyes
***
dust-bath of sparrows
bird-bath
waits for monsoon
***
food-wastes
drain the tongue
of a weeping urchin
***

Friday, January 19, 2018

Gears

Eyes and ears are drivers of a kind
hands that compose through light and sound
as organs they nest inside the mind
to chirp the tale of what is around.

Dead-and-alive

Verses on pages fall beyond rehearse
as reserves in thoughts progress, reverse
lines lie dead like writers’ hearse,
revealed and alive by healing readers.