Strange

everyday
words, thoughts
and actions
are used to
hurt others,
rarely to heal,
yet, with these
merciless maladies
I remain perpetually
in awe,
I am flawless is the
most indulgent flaw

facing the light

I have the face of
somebody else,
their words script
my looks, who I am
hides behind the sham 

... 

the searchlight
reduces to a torch,
to a fading candle,
to a feeble incense
stick,
it's a dark world
overexposed, the one
inside, that which could
reinstate the strength
lies unexplored 

...

I don't know why I
named these as facing
the light, can anyone
help in understanding
the logic, it's ridiculous,
but, wait a minute, it is
also pointless to look
for sanity when one tries
to see the sun with a
candle, or burn it with
the wand, an insane
stick, I have lost it,
I am in the dark,
I lost it

the empty mirror

 

the world

an empty mirror

troubled images

reflect, masked with 

colourful words, 

outstanding life

doesn't have the face

to look up to it, 

as a helpless habit, 

being there, hanging 

around, cracking sound

blurred light, broken air

On the safe side

The head and the horn,
the rose and the thorn,
disparate as day and night
for the herd flocking 
on the safe side; it's unable
to connect the two and unite,
to catch the unicorn, with
coke and popcorn is beyond
the scope of the throng. 

the lost scripts

I found the lost scripts
they had different notation;
varied words, but the gist 
was the same, for they all
meant, we win as one

...

in every leaf, there is life,
volumes written, stories told
some fall, don't get into the fold,
they nourish the tree as they lie

...

entertainment

in a world where
entertainers take
the lion's share of
the cake, real
pleasure is at stake

...

artists, players
give their best
to bring out the
hidden emotions of
their audiences, who
have an out-of-the-world
experience; but the moment
the entertainer exits,
merriment ceases to exist,
the stakeholders are thrown
back into their own
old worlds pining for more

...

entertainment is loud,
it hits you hard with
music, with words,
when the weed is gone,
you become vacant, forlorn
whining for more 

Consciousness

If we wouldn’t kibitz
with consciousness
I would have liked to be
reborn as a human being

religion, science, culture,
business, education are
whizzing at the entire race
with divisions, decay, and
off-colour differences

people fighting in families,
communities, and countries

I’m not as lucky as those
bards who’d sing of praise
with words of accolades

no, I wouldn’t like to be
reborn with the weight
of depraved awareness

ওগো উচ্ছে

 

ওগো উচ্ছে! তোমায় খেতে

মোটেও করে না ইচ্ছে, 

কিন্তু শরীর যে চায়, 

তাই হয়ে নিরুপায়

মুখে তুলতে হচ্ছে। 

প্রার্থনা

ওম শুচি, শুচি, শুচি

সর্ববায়ুমন্ডলম্ শুচি
দেহম্ শুচি, মনম্ শুচি
বাক্যম্, চিন্তম্ শুচি, 
আহারম্ তথা কর্মম্ শুচি,  
শুচি, শুচি, শুচি
সর্বশরীরম্ শুচি
শুচি, শুচি, শুচি

সর্বত্রম্ শুচি
ক্ষিতিম্ শুচি, অপম্ শুচি, 
ত্যেজম্, মরুদম্ তথা 
ব্যোমম্ শুচি
শুচি, শুচি, শুচি

ওম শুচি, শুচি, শুচি

সম্পাদিত

সুভাষ মন্ডল
অধ্যাপক, মেটিয়াব্রুজ কলেজ 
বাংলা সাহিত্য বিভাগ 

Hindi/Sanskrit version

ॐ सूचि सूचि सूचि 

सर्ववायुमण्डलम सूचि 
देहम सूचि, मनम सूचि, 
वाक्यं सूचि, चिन्ताम सूचि, 
अहराम तथा कर्मं सूचि,
सूचि सूचि सूचि
सर्वशरीराम सूचि 
सूचि सूचि सूचि

सर्वत्रं सूचि 
क्षितिम सूचि, अपम सूचि,
त्येजाम, मरुदाम तथा 
ब्योमम सूचि 
सूचि सूचि सूचि

ॐ सूचि सूचि सूचि

some small poems

alone, I see the
world on its own

... 

silence consumes
all the words,
the world, a sound
expression

... 

one means
there's a two,
one world,
untrue

... 

I severe all the links
I had with nature,
I'm established
in the knowledge
I sought for years
I become free

... 

weapons are
intruders here
for good,
for no good

... 

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