Wednesday, August 19, 2020

No strings attached


I had my strings clotted
In my playing instrument,
A stubborn knot
Jutting deafening sounds;
The beautiful tune
Lost its ground,
Unrecognisable voice,
A screeching noise. 

I sat alone, under
A comforting tree
Maybe
Like Gogo or Didi,
I pulled out the strings
Gently, one by one
I couldn't believe to see
The lost battle, won. 

I got back the rhythm
The fascinating melody
I sang, I danced
In insane ecstasy
'This is it! The real me!'
I heard me say, I played
Myself, wandered away;
Surprised to see
I got back my friends,
My relatives, my loving family
I got back everything
So dear to me! 

Now, no strings attached
My instrument can play
A mesmerising song
That I lost for long;
In an unknown space,
Under a comforting tree
My strings were free,
I found my way.

Rest in peace

I want to live in peace
That is my greatest rest;
I sleep with open doors,
Open mind, in a cosy space
With open windows. 

My calm can't be stolen
By burglars or thieves,
In this life, I will see
Myself out of petty conflicts,
My light of love, of happiness
My supreme success;
My golden garden reconstructed
A bed of fragrant roses
Chirping birds, softest breeze
Kindest words, infinite bliss! 

Nothing hidden,
My story, rewritten
Happily ever after
Living in peace.

Moment of truth


When I have nothing 

To do, I go to 

Sleep, 

When I get something 

To do, I 

Sleep, 

When I go to work

Or do the chores, I 

Sleep, 

I am sleeping all the time... 

I walk in my 

Sleep, 

I dream in my 

Sleep. 


I will never wake up, I will

Sleep for as long as I live. 


Perhaps, perhaps when

It'll be time to leave for good, 

Will I wake up for a moment of truth. 

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Bright sunny days










There's always this sunrise,
Irrespective of time and space;
With a pair of alert ears and eyes
It's never ever too late
To wake up from the cosy bed,
Walk your ways with steady steps
And live up to your bright sunny days. 

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

আজও বেঁচে আছি

 


আরে, কোথায় আছিস!

যারা ১৯৯০ এ হয়েছে

তাদের বয়সই এখন তিরিশ! 

আমরা ম্যাপের বাইরে চলে গেছি

সব, নেই ঠিকানা, নেই কোনও হদিস

তবুও কিশলয় মন, এখনও উনিশ-বিশ, 

প্রাণে, ধমনীতে, গুনগুন করে অহর্নিশ

শুধু বলে আজও আছি, আজও বেঁচে আছি।


©সুপ্রতীক সেন

Monday, August 10, 2020

মোহের হোম যোগ্য

 

মন জুড়ে হোম যোগ্য করছি, 

মোহ ত্যাগ করব, শপথ নিয়েছি। 

অহংকার, লোভ, ঈর্ষা, ভালবাসা, 

অনর্থ, অবিদ্যা, সঞ্চয়ের নেশা

এসব যে মিথ্যা মোহ জানতাম তা

দুঃখও যে মোহ, জানা ছিল না। 

সব কিছু অচিরেই হোলো ওম স্বাহা

নাছোড়বান্দা দুঃখ্য দেখি যেতে চায়না, 

এমন সময় কানে এল খঞ্জনির ধ্বনি

খোল বাজে, অনর্গল হরিবল শুনি,

দুঃখ কষ্ট যত ছিল সবই যে পালালো

হরিনামে মোহ হোম সম্পূর্ণ হলো।


© সুপ্রতীক সেন

অভয় আশ্বাস

 


হয় বিশ্বাস, নয়তো ভয়

কার হবে পরাজয়? 

অবিদ্যারে দিলাম বিসর্জন

হলো ভয় খানখান, 

বিশ্বাস দিল দর্শন

হালকা করে মনপ্রাণ।


©সুপ্রতীক সেন

Sunday, August 9, 2020

Birth and death

My childhood days are dead. 

But the child resides

In my heart, in my head. 

***

Birth and death, playing 

A hide and seek game;

Both, invariably chasing

Each other, much the same.


©Supratik Sen

Friday, August 7, 2020

Nothing happens


I fall and rise 

again and again, 

lies sprinkle from your 

fainted mouths, 

fountain of words;

nothing happens, 

movement so rigid, 

determined, deceptive -

white chrysanthemums. 


When I touch, I sense

a flowing tremor;

they pretend to possess

the brightness of flowers, 

the comfort of dancing waters. 


I breathe in to catch

upon the fragrance, 

I bathe under it to drench

in the comforting drops,

I suffocate, I dry, 

nothing happens. 


I'm waiting here for years, 

light falls in vain

on false images, 

nothing happens, 

melodious letters remain;

I find myself in unsung, 

unnoticed, unseen tears.

Monday, July 27, 2020

This too shall pass

If you are passing through
difficult times; no job,
no business, no wherewithal,
no engagements,
no parties, no friends;
if you're in isolation
stay-put, hey dudes,
know this exile is just
a passing phase; in time,
everything will fall in place;
nature is taking a test
where all of us are in a class
of 2020, which is teaching us
empowerment, with humility;
however unpleasant
might be our present,
however difficult might be the virus,
have faith that this too shall pass.