Without you

Of what use is the world
That doesn't speak of your words
Of what use is the craft
That doesn't express your art.

Every letter that reaches your address
Every emotion you lovingly caress
Every little step in your presence
Makes to me, so much of sense. 

On your path I can see the ground
In your ways I am light and sound
I feel complete, with you beside me
I can fly in the sky, I can float on the sea. 

In my ecstasy in my blues
I realized what was true
I am nothing without you
I have nothing without you. 

Warning

The world and its

Cousin, not yet dead.

It's global warming!

Not housewarming.

The party's still not

over I'm afraid.

I am a refugee

I am a refugee
Aren't you also one?
This world, not for me?
Where'd I rather be gone!

I am a refugee.
A nomad.
In no man's land.
I'm perpetually on the run.
My space is lost.
Yours is won.

I'm in exile.
On the lookout
For a ground and a sky,
A cradle I can rely on.
If the world is my graveyard
I wonder where my kingdom lies
And where I belong!

Intelligent, kind leaders
Find us the answer
Where did we come from?
Give us a place
In your global village
Where we could live in solace,
Where we could sing a lullaby
To our babies
Before going to sleep.

Give us a corner
A piece of garden
Laden with trees
Give us a border
A pasture where
We could be at ease;
Play, dance, drink and eat
We could rest in peace.

Dear thinkers
Nothing is permanent
Under the blue firmament
Upon the azure sea
We're all moving travelers,
Nomads, visitors here,
We're all refugees.

আহা বেশ বেশ

আহা বেশ বেশ

বোমা যদি বৌমা হয়
বৌমা টি বোমা
বোমা তবে খেতে দিলে
বারুদেরি বৌমা।

বোমার তেজে হাটে হাঁড়ি
ভাঙে যে সম্মান
বৌমা যখন ফাটে মাঠে
কেঁপে ওঠে প্রাণ।

শব্দ দুটির মধ্যে ফারাক
আছে নাকি বেশ
দুজনেরই দাপটেতে
ঠান্ডা সারা দেশ।

চন্দ্রবিন্দু বিভ্রাট

আরে আস্তে বল রে
চিল্লাস না অমন করে
তোর চন্দ্রবিন্দু গুলি
কোনটা যে কার ঘাড়ে
এসে পড়ে ভীষণ জোরে
তুই শুনেও শুনিস নারে?

তুই কানের মাথা খাস
এমনি বোকা গাধা!
সাত পাকে বাঁধা কিনা
পড়ে সাত পাঁকে বাধা! 

আরেকটু

ছোটবেলায় মা যাই
দিত পাতে,
বলতাম, 'আরেকটু',
আলতো হেসে,
কখনো মৃদু রেগে
মা দিত আমায় সব
আরেকটু ভালবেসে।

যখন খুব ছোট,
বাবা কোল থেকে নামিয়ে দিলেই
দুহাত বাড়িয়ে দিয়ে
বলতাম 'আরেকটু'
বাবা আমায় তখন
আবার কোলে তুলে,
পৌঁছে দিত স্কুলে।

পেতাম যা চাইতাম আরেকটু,
আরেকটু খাবার, আরেকটু আদর
'আরেকটু থাক না', বলতাম পিসি
মামমাম, কাকি, মামির চটি
লুকিয়ে রেখে।
এইভাবে বড় হওয়া হলো
সকলের মাঝে, সময়ের সাথে।

ধীরে ধীরে, একটু একটু করে
বাবা, মা আর যত বড়রা ছিল
চলে গেল সব একে একে
কালের হাত ধরে,
'আরেকটু থাক', বলেছি কত
ডুকরে উঠে কেঁদে।

কোলাহলের মাঝে
স্মৃতিরা যখন আসে
আজ, আমারই আসেপাশে
আমি তাদের সাথী হয়ে
থেকে যেতে বলি,
আরেকটু আমার সাথে।

এখন যখন খেতে বসি একা?
তাকাই এদিক, ওদিক?
মায়ের গন্ধে ম ম করে যখন
ঘরের চারিদিক!
তখন নিজেকেই বলি 'আরেকটু',
মুচকি হেসে ঠিক!

Simple style

Simple style

Yes I have learned

Some lessons,

But I've completely

Erased my past.

Good riddance

Thank goodness

What a pleasant

Gift this present

Is! I can move on

Now at ease,

Light and fast.

What seemed impossible

Just a while ago

With a simple smile

I found my long lost style;

Walking past my ego,

A diffident debutant,

Or a seasoned CEO

I let the intruder, the horrible

Imposter go.

Dream

If it's your dream

Go live it!

Don't leave it dead

Half on the bed

Half in your head;

Let it come out

On the stage,

Off your own

Nay saying cage

Let it be up and about. 

Bound to bloom

Bound to bloom

My poems
My lines
Poppies
Daisies
Who picks
Who pecks
Who cares
I have love
I am love
I bloom

Sun shines
Moon lights
Stars blink
Water flows
Wind blows
Garden glows
I come
I go

Who woos
Who shoos away
I smile always
In time
In space

Rose

Rose

Lately, I see a change
In the way I behold
The world.
It's not a question of age
It is more of the mind
That in competition
Of any kind
In any form or in any art
I do not take part.

Lately I'm of the opinion
I beg your pardon,
That healthy competition
Is an oxymoron,
Cut-throat is close
I am surprised, even morose
To see how a sensitive
Person like Rose, beyond trace
Initiate a war of words
To animate the space?

These naive competitions,
A stereotype gesture
Will not be of any use
It will inflate, corrupt the ego
Of those who judge
Instill bitterness and even
More lack of participation
Make it colder,
Less communicative
Than what it already is,
Will fill the air
If you please
With bad breath and unease.

We could fill the air
With comments that are kind
Help readers learn how to reflect
On the good and on the bright
Than to harp on the bad
Making the atmosphere far too
Grim and sad.

Competition is against nature
For in a garden there is none
Which claims supremacy over the other,
All are in their own space
Be it a lotus, a poppy, or a rose
Competition is an unnatural
Way of trying to feel warm and come close.

Lately, I see myself out of the rat race
Words that damage the spirit of a page
Are of little use, for they bleed in the ambit
Addicted by blind and deadly habits.

But lately, I have also become less stubborn, more accepting
So I wholeheartedly appreciate the gesture of Rose;
Always finding
Ways and means to encourage
Bards of the same feather
To meet for sometime and chatter,
Maybe the way she followed
Seems to me being in the cage,
But laudable is the heart that pumps inside,
To do something wonderful for this  splendid site
Rather than sulk and criticise;
For heaven's sake, in this golden garden
I no longer want to be a bad apple,
Not anymore
The participation could well make us bond, make us  more strong
Beyond words, for once
Without condition
I would like to be proven wrong.


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