Expressions

Hey dude! Why did you
divorce?
Good question!
No reason as such, mate.
We quit
because we were way too
bored being man and wife!
Therefore, we moved on
with life!

So are you guys...
Look here friend,
wait a minute!
This is just a date
I'm getting late,
I might miss the bus,
and
you've got to catch the train!

Wednesday, July 7, 2021

the most abused

plastic flowers
words without feelings

feelings that construct
the universe

poor cousins
the intellectual brain
head of a pumpkin

feelings without words
converse with pet lovers;

words without meanings
violated victims
consumed with caprice

meanings without words
the dulcet tone within
often whispers;

words without healings
a tortured bonsai
in mechanical delight
tonsured world
deforested in
lifeless words

healings without words
a magical foreplay
among lovers;

words without awareness,
cure, essence, pleasure
a boat without a rudder
set for sailing,
ambushed animals
trapped from the jungle
wailing while playing
in a circus, without a joker

আজ বস সারাদিন ধ্যানে

আজ বস সারাদিন ধ্যানে
ডাক তারে মনে প্রাণে
বস সারাদিন ধ্যানে।

আসবে সে যে সেজে গুজে
বসবে তোমার বুকের মাঝে
ডাক তারে সকাল সাঁঝে।

আজ বস সারাদিন ধ্যানে
ডাক তারে মনে প্রাণে
বস সারাদিন ধ্যানে।

বললে যীশু যীশুই বল
আল্লা খুদা বলেই চল
কিংবা রাধা কৃষ্ণ নামে
ডাকলে সবই হবে ভাল
দেখবে তারে সকল স্থানে।

আজ বস সারাদিন ধ্যানে
ডাক তারে মনে প্রাণে
বস সারাদিন ধ্যানে।

ভিতর বাহির করে আলো
আসবে তারা সবাই নেমে
ঘুচবে যত আঁধার কাল
ভাসবে তুমি অসীম প্রেমে
মনটা তোমার ভরবে জ্ঞানে।

আজ বস সারাদিন ধ্যানে
ডাক তারে মনে প্রাণে
বস সারাদিন ধ্যানে।

Silence

let's not talk now,
if we do, we'd exchange
heaps of garbage,
the debris would
pollute our inner space

let's go beyond the words,
feelings, warm and soft
will heal our universe

silence will wipe away
the violence, all fears,
hidden tears, in time
its importance be felt
in its absence

only then will it make sense
to dialogue without offence
I'd see your point of view
and you'd see mine,
through and through

right in the middle
of howling and wailing,
bloodshed at night
I looked up in the sky
adorned with the stars
a fairytale
the moon looked like
an outdated silver coin
whose head or tail
I couldn't figure,
it appeared nude,
I wasn't distracted
I was counting the stars
the sun, a burnt toast
came up
a spoilsport
I closed my eyes,
and continued

Monday, July 5, 2021

the return of the frugal

what have we done
to the world
it had lost its strength,
tonsured, butchered,
bombed

sad that the world
had left the world

but there was a time
we'd drink water
from the stream,
go out to take some
fresh air, sans care
the sky would fall
in love with the earth
without a doubt,
the fire would burn
to heal, the cattle would
graze on the green

the feet would travel
all around, as a wanderer,
or a loner in all the places
we don't even dare to
venture anymore

we have made life
difficult for us
very difficult and
complicated

yet we are jutting out
ceaselessly, there is
no contemplation,
no atonement, only glory
for things of which
we need to be ashamed

I am disoriented,
no power to decorate
the verse with chosen
words, the writers of
tomorrow might

when the world would
return to the world

Saturday, July 3, 2021

No escape

I closed my eyes
to escape the
horrific realities;
in my dreams,
there was this man
violating his daughter,
cutting his wife
into pieces;

I jumped out of my bed,
didn't dare to drink,
thought the water in
the glass could be red;

The next morning,
I drowned myself
in stories that
painted conceit,
horror, defeat;
I shut down all of
them to open mine;
I could neither
read, nor breathe.

On and off the bed,
I knew I had to live
until I was dead.

I could nevertheless
sense a garden
somewhere, hanging
golden and silver fruits,
I screeched to myself,
'do I have to die to
reach there'
since there was silence
I cried as though I replied,
'it's so unfair, so unfair,
if I hadn't really seen
a splash of pristine
respite, how'd I imagine
it anywhere, it's unfair,
it's so unfair.'