কোনটাকে যে সত্যি বলি,
কোনটাকে যে রাত,
কোনটা কখন থমকে দাঁড়ায়,
আটকে লোলুপ হাত ||
কোনটা কখন চুপটি করে,
আলতো আদর ঢং,
কোনটা আবার দূরের সুরে,
মেলায় তাসের রঙ ||
কোনটা আবার আস্তে করে ,
পাশে বসায় রোজ,
কল্পনাটার চোখের রেখায়,
খুঁজছে জীবন রোজ ||
কোনটাকে যে সত্যি বলি,
কোনটাকে যে রাত,
কোনটা কখন থমকে দাঁড়ায়,
আটকে লোলুপ হাত ||
কোনটা কখন চুপটি করে,
আলতো আদর ঢং,
কোনটা আবার দূরের সুরে,
মেলায় তাসের রঙ ||
কোনটা আবার আস্তে করে ,
পাশে বসায় রোজ,
কল্পনাটার চোখের রেখায়,
খুঁজছে জীবন রোজ ||
শব্দ তোমার উৎস কোথায় ?
আনন্দে না উছহাশে ,
নীরব হলে তবুও থাকো
যুক্ত করার উল্লাসে ||
শব্দ তোমার সাহস ভীষণ,
তাক কর ঠিক তলওয়ারে
বিঁধলে জীবন ঘাঁত প্রতিঘাত
অনন্ত কাল বিহভ্লে ||
শব্দ , তুমি বিভিন্ন রাত,
একলা জাগা একসাথে,
মাত্রা হারায় সহস্র বার,
থাকতে তোমার চারপাশে ||
সজনি সজনি রাধিকা লো
দেখ অবহুঁ চাহিয়া,
মৃদুলগম শ্যাম আওয়ে
মৃদুল গান গাহিয়া।
পিনহ ঝটিত কুসুমহার,
পিনহ নীল আঙিয়া।
সুন্দরী সিন্দূর দেকে
সীঁথি করহ রাঙিয়া।…
Kichu cholochitrer gondho,
Kichu inscriptions bondhi,
Ami muktahhore jukto,
Aar juktakhorrer Sondhi.
khoti ta kichuta khoto hoyeche,
Kichuta goto hoyeche,
kichuta aajo diary bondi,
koyekte kobita sejeche.
baki gulo password diye lukiye rekhechi neel khame.
tumi aashle bhag korenebo.
-“chitthi na koi sandesh” shunte shunte
Dhalte huye suraj ko dekho
Shayad tumhe sham nazar aaye.
Dhalte huye suraj ko dekho
Shayad tumhe apna maqam nazar aaye.
Dhoondhla sa hi par,
Shayad tasavvur mein apni parchai nazar aaye.
Jibon kemon gopon holo,
Jibon kemon chondhoy,
Jibon kemon sohoshro bar,
Katche nobin dwandoy.
Jibon kemon biborno rong,
Jibon roshorondhroy,
Jibon abar tomate amate,
Dekha hoye jaoa chondhoy.
Jibon kemon olik likhon
Jibon shimar ontor,
Jibon kemon kolahole sthir,
Pran khola rupantor
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Asholey tumi to shobdo bhalobashona,
Aar ami shobder kole chele,
Aar ami shidure megh bhalobashina,
Tai shiggirri chole ele.
Ele bolei bolchi,
Choukhate dwar khola,
Dokhin khola porda shorao,
Swapnora ulomela.
Amar kichu kotha,
Tomar sathei jobdo,
Tomar aanchol digonte neel,
Amader mohakabbo.
ekti boier molat theke tola ei chobi
Aachha uni ki khub byasto manush,
‘Gopal’ o jotena pray jibone,
Ektu to Amar pal o shunte paare,
Ba chourasiyar baanshi.
Grihostalir eknagaare,
Alpona dey dwaare,
Kothay onar ‘Gopal’ paabe,
Keu ki bolte paare.
Dekhoge jao,
‘Gopal’ i hoyto khelche khela,
Berar beri diye,
Radhar moron shob birohei,
Kanai khunjte giye.
—chobi tay onupranito hoy
Hoyto kothao onnorokom mon,
Thomke kemon roilo kichukhhun,
Nastanabud eknagare besh,
Hoyto brishti Hoyto aagun resh.
…
‘Kabhi jo baadal barse
Main dekhoon tujhe aankhein bharke
Tu lage mujhe pahli baarish ki duaa’
Kagoj khatar onno golir more,
Dariye shomoy sohorsho bar bhore,
Thont nariye bolche apon ghore:
‘Tere pahloo mein reh loon
Main khudko paagal keh loon
Tu gham de ya khushiyaan Seh loon
Saathiya’
…
Zindegi ne bhi yeh kaisa silsila maqbool ki hain ki aab lab dohray:
‘phir wahi laut ke jaana hoga, yaar ne kaisi rihaaii di hai…’
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Aakash bhule gopon chobo,
Jibon bhule mrittyu,
Tomar kole ‘amii’ shobo,
Muhurte opo-mrittyu
Tumi to ‘Bookmark’ kora bondhu,
Tai oboshore aachi aacho,
Amaro ek chetiya adda,
Tai oboshore kotha rakho.
Tomar didhar nei otit,
Amaro dondhe poa baro,
Ami bondhutto ta shamlai,
Kichu kothar dapot garo.
Tumi porcho tai bolchi,
Amar kheyal poth dhore,
Mach-ranga rong saat noukor,
Kholosh gelo jhore.
With each steps, i am meeting moments, meeting fleeting-moments.
Everyday i am walking in,walking down,either in know places unknowingly,unknown places knowingly or
vice-versa.But walking.Covering distance to uncover the distant.Meeting ‘NEW’ being old.
I am walking my heart at every step.The travel writer intends to ink his imagination.
May his travelogue find a space through his journey.
Waking journey.
I travelled a long way,
And would be travelling same,
I touched few souls,
Got burnt in flames.
I watched,
How mud got clayed,
How bangles got red,
How life still twinkles,
In a lampshade.
Here,
LIFE still burns,
All day all night,
Greeting in my HEART,
Turning candles to ‘sunlight’
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May i write u something,
To tell u what i meant,
With august in my mind,
And a mythically lyrical bend.
Where the drops of dew are fresh,
And wings of love in zest,
Which conceals a poetic pain,
In dawn it moistens again.
It’s this secret day’s play,
Where the Potter basks his clay,
And fades the earthly slay,
With its eternal sprouting way.
Bhule bhule gechi aaj,
Kemono bodhuro saaj,
Rongino roshero kaaj,
Madhuri bohiche aaj.
Ki prokoto uttap,
Rosonay aankhi paat,
Donshiche modhuraat,
Ki koruno songtaap.
Tai,
Apona bihari aaj,
Bhuliya bodhuro saaj,
Apona madhuri aponi mishaye,
Rosaswadinu aaj.
Ami jodi Kaal,
Likhi goto kaal,
Tor chadore mekhe shith,
Khunshuti tai kabbo hobe,
Amra ‘biporit’.
Tui jodi aaj,
Fele shob kaaj,
Chokh chol chol khub,
‘Nijer’ bolte ei tukui to,
Chena ‘dukh’ chena ‘sukh’.
Ekpoleke ektu dekhar,
Resh tobu nei sesh,
Jibon kemon aagle nilo,
‘Tui to karir’ desh.
Ekta jibon ongshidari,
Ekta jibon sesh,
Ekta jibon mello pakha,
Maa bole oi besh.
Ekta jibon maa er paaye,
Nritter o taale tal,
Chinte giye maa er aanchol,
Sinthir sindure lal.
Sei lal tai aamar bhetor,
Tomar aashirbad,
‘O Maa’ , ‘O Maa’ go tumi,
Chiro shorotkal.
(posted as a response in http://elomeloami.wordpress.com/2012/03/04/45/ )
Prem tui jonmandho keno,
Aagle rakhish sukh,
Aalpo aalpo golpo bolish,
Bhuliye gopon dukh.
Dujone haaschi ojotha bhaaschi,
Ek srote tan tan,
Chumu kheko prem,
Khali paaye keno,
Fute jaabe Obhiman.
Ami nei aar,
Tui kobekar,
Kothakar obheshh,
Beshi raat noy,
Tobu bhoy hoy,
Aagle taasher desh.
Keu keu khub paare,
Dure thele dite,
Keu keu dure thake,
Kaache tene nite.
Keu keu dur theke,
Bhalobashe khub,
Keu keu paashe thake,
Tobu nishchup.
Keu keu chup chap,
Nirob birodh,
Bhenge debo churmar,
Nebo protishodh.
Tumi aaj ‘keu keu’,
Aamar awaj,
Kobitay dekha hoy,
Swadhin rewaj.
Hoyto pagol,
Hoyto goru,
Hoyto ami gaadha,
Hoyto nehaat aponbhola,
Hoyto jotil dhandha.
Hoyto ami chumbokio,
Hoyto jibhe goja,
Hoyto emon bornona tay,
Pachhi bhison moja.
Hoyto ektu kebla bote,
Tobu bhishon habvab,
Hoyto ‘hoyto’ onek kichui,
Hoyto te ‘Tumi baad’.
I can paint my T’s,
I can write my songs,
I can tune them still,
I can live with my ‘wrongs’.
I can live by your side,
I can walk all along,
All i can’t do is this,
Change ‘me’ for my ‘wrongs’.
I can look through your eyes,
I can hear this whispering song,
I can still breathe together,
I can rejoice in my ‘wrongs’.
Toke fossils hote debona,
Debona otit hote,
Shongopone shongo je tor,
Amar bhetor fote.
Toke haaste aami debona,
Jodio haashbi to tui bote,
Haaschi aami tori moton,
Aashroyhin thonte.
Toke sukhe aami pabona,
Pabona je khub toke,
Tor thikana paalte aatke daki,
Paalte jaoa toke.
Shob harano jonmo khepar,
Jibon jure saadh,
Moner manush shongo nebo,
Jogot nipat jag.
Shongo paabo ongo jure,
Rongo pronoy rit,
Bhashbo abar dui dugune,
Ekta shwalei shith.
Duto shalik khub khuji tai,
Shonge jurug rai,
Onge krishno boshtumi prem,
Mukhe Joy Nitai.
Chinta gulo timitimye
Sara ratro jaage,
Tarar shonge palla diye,
Ghum nei shei faake.
Andhar ghore chinta gulo,
Nichhe benche besh,
Oder moto baanchle borong,
Kat to jibon besh.
Ichhe amar tomar moner,
Chinta hoye thaka,
Sara jibon golpo raate,
Lagbena to faka.
Fish fishiye kitmitiye,
Prem korbo aage bhaage,
Sotti bolchi abar bolchi,
Tumi chara shunno laage.
Tomar ongshe jonmo amar,
Tomar ongshe bash,
Tomar jonno likchi jibon,
Apon sorbonash.
Boshot jokhun sorboneshe,
Bhinte najehaal,
Brishti bheja ichhe niye,
Dekha koro kal.
Bhijbo dujon onno mone,
Ekmone eksaath,
Bolbo tokhun tomay cheye,
Jibon nipat jag.
Jag Juriye ongsho opar,
Opurno ordhek,
Sarbonashta muchbo dujon,
Ordhek Ordhek.
Jokhun ami purush holam,
Tokhun tumi nari,
Tokhun thekei joutho shuru,
Ongangik ari.
Arir opor aari pata,
Obhimaner saaj,
Arombore dhorchena aar,
Ei bhuboner laaj.
Laajer nojor Tin bhubone,
Tepantore snan,
Fullshojjay joutho aalap,
Harrachhe omlan.
Talk to each other,and understand that sometimes your partner will need to be alone.And this is the problem:This need may not happen at the same time to both of you.Sometimes you want to be with her,and she wants to be alone-nothing can be done about it.Then you have to understand and leave her alone.Sometimes you want to be alone,but he wants to come to you-then tell him that you are helpless!
Just create more and more understanding.That’s what lovers miss:They have enough love,but understanding, none, none at all.That’s why on the rocks of misunderstanding their love dies.Love cannot live without understanding.alone,love is very foolish;with understanding,love can live a long life, a great life-of many joys shared,of many beautiful moments shared,of great poetic experiences.But that happens only through understanding.
Love can give you a small honeymoon,but that’s all.Only understanding can give you deep intimacy.And each honeymoon is followed by depression,anger,frustration.Unless you grow in understanding,no honeymoon is going to be of any help;it will be just like a drug.
So try to create more understanding.And even some day if you separate,the understanding will be with you,that will be a gift of your love to each other.
–OSHO
Ek nimeshe chauni jokhun,
Shukhho rupantor,
Bonno adim kammo jibon,
Bichnata prantor.
Shobuj khate uthlo fute,
Lalche jongli ful,
Kuchke thaka bedcovere,
Roilo moner bhul.
You sometimes have to prove yourself all over again,to your own self!One effective way to mount over your limitations and broom away persistent self-defeating behaviour is to change your inner speech.Let us admit that during most of our walking hours we are thinking,and this thinking involves a good deal of language or self-talk.
The idea is to change this self-talk to a positive one.When you chat with yourself,say sweet words.Uncover the damaging sentences you often repeat under your breath,without ever quite realising it.
Expose your irrationality by stating them clearly,and replace them with more realistic by stating them clearly,less punishing statements.Switch from ‘I do it all wrong’ to ‘I can finally do it right’,from ‘nobody loves me’ to ‘they do care’,from ‘I am a loser’ to ‘I am completely competent’.
Plant inspirations in place of self-accusations.Reserve notes of praise,encouragement and courage for your inner ears.We know that words have tremendous power.One letter here and there is the difference between an argument and an agreement.The moment you reverse your inner dialoue,your emotions reverse.
The content of negativity in your bloodstream dilutes and your dying conviction in your capability revives.It’s not a surprise that a mere mental repetition of positive syllabels even without true conviction brings about sea change.Now,if a nagging voice is telling you it can’t be that simple,challenge it!
“Sincerity is prerequisite for anything serious to happen.”
–The Answer Lies Within by Rachna Singh
Once there were three trees on a hill.They often discussed their hopes and dreams.The first said: “Someday I hope to be a treasure chest.I could be filled with gold,silver and precious gems.I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see my beauty.”
The second tree said: “Someday I will be a mighty ship and i will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world.Everyone will feel safe during the journey because of the strength of my null.”
The third tree said: “I want to grow to be the tallest and a straightest tree in the forest.People will see me on the top of the hill and will think how close I am to God and heavens.I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me.”
A few years later, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees,one woodsman said :”This looks like a strong tree,I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter.,”he began cutting it down.The tree was happy,because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.
At the second tree the woodsman said: “This looks like a strong tree,I should be able to sell it to the shipyard”.The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.
When the woodsmen came upon the third tree,the tree was dismayed because if they cut him down,he would never realize his dream.The woodsmen said:”I don’t need anything special,so I’ll take this one,”and he cut it down.
From the first tree,the carpenters made a feedbox for animals which placed in a barn and filled with hay.The second tree was used to make a small fishing boat.His dreams of being a mighty ship carrying royalty were dashed to the ground.The third tree was cut into large pieces and stored in a dark place.
Years went by and the trees forgot about their dreams.Then one day, a man and a woman came to the barn.The woman gave birth and they placed the baby on the hay in the feedbox made from the first tree which they found in the manager.The tree realized he was cradling the greatest treasure of all time.
Years later, a group of men set off in the fishing boat made from the second tree.One of them was tired and fell asleep.Soon a great storm arose and the tree didn’t think it was strong enough to keep the men safe.The men roused the sleeping man awake and he stood up and said “Peace” and the storm stopped.The second tree(now a boat )knew now that he had carried the King of Kings across the water.Finally, someone came and got the third tree.It was carried through the streets and people mocked at the man who was carrying it.When they stopped,the man was nailed to the tree(now shaped like a cross)and was raised in the air to die at the top of a hill.The third tree came to realize hat it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill ans was as close to God as was possible,because Jesus had been crucified on it.
So when things don’t seem to be going your way,always k now that God ha s a plan for you.If you place your trust in Him.He will give you great gifts.
Each of the trees got what they wanted,though not in the way they had imagined.We don’t always know what God’s plan are for us.Even if His ways are not our ways,they are always the best.
–Anonymous
ROOTED
If you are rooted in love,you are rooted
There is no other way to be rooted
You can have money,you can a house,you can have security,you can have a bank balance;those things will not give you rootedness.They are just substitutes, a poor substitute for love.They may increase your anxiety even more,because once you have physical security-money, a social status-you became more and more afraid that these things may be taken from you.Or you become worried about having more and more of these things,because discontent knows no limit.And your basic need was of being rooted.
Love is the earth where one needs to be rooted.Just as trees are rooted in the earth,human beings are rooted in love.Our roots are invisible,so anything visible is not going to help.Money is very visible, a house is very visible,social status is very visible.But we are trees with invisible roots.You will have to find some invisible earth-call it love,call it godliness,call it prayer-but it is going to be something like that, something invisible, intangible,elusive,mysterious. You cannot catch hold of it.On the contrary,you will have to allow it to catch hold of you.
—OSHO