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May 20, 2013

walking

Filed under: apon kobita,diary — joykumardas @ 5:05 am

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.

walking

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’

   
image courtesy:-http://www.frankboyle.com.au

April 4, 2012

book warm


In this moonlit darkness,with street lamps glowing like lanterns,shading an silhouette effect in the corner of the street,where an empty book stall was the night charmer for me today.The array of clips those that holds tight abreast books,magazines,periodicals had just slept off.

Bookshelves are just like empty classrooms.It echoes the gossip and chitchat noises of the entire day daily at this time.The empty bookshelves now,echoes the need of students,housewives,sports fans,social beings,examinees and lastly newly tasting pubertians all through books,magazines newspapers and periodicals.

With chaitra breeze in my streets,the shelves were humming along with torn-out newspaper pieces and front-page cover in the words and music of a country blue.

And still I’m searching
Yes I’m still searching
For a way we all can learn
To build a world
Where we all can share
The work,the fun
The food,the space
The joy,the paid,
And no one,no one,
Will ever,ever want or need
To be a millionaire
( pete seger )

Joy, a real sweetheart,the ISTIRI wala lives adjacent to the bookstall,the lunatic,the sabujpagol,was pressing dresses to deliver those at the end of the day to his para clients,while enjoying FM songs.

A part of song that reached my ears,

Aamar Boier thaake jomche dhulo,
Poth  harachhe shobdo gulo,
Hotath tomar kopal chulo,
Naarle kora dorja khulo…
( Anupam Roy,song name:Bijli Bati, Album Name:Durbine Chokh Rakhbo Na )

March 3, 2012

jotno duaar


Tatka kichu onubhob likhbo,khub tatka,aager muhurter thekeo tatka.Ei muhurter.
Ei muhurto topkabo porer muhurto dhore.
Diaryr patar baa diker konay,marginer opore lekha ‘Still Thinking’.

Hmm,likhchi dara na.

Ektu pause nilam/dilam

Ichhe korche aadim bodh gulor saamne rakha ‘sonar kathi’ aar ‘rupor kaathi’ duto ke ei muhurte, tule nite,
Jagug tara.Khule dite.Uthug jege.

Ichhe korche,bishal ekta dewal jure  boro canvase,aamar bhetore joto gulo mon aache,joto gulo mukh aache tader aankte aar tader onubhob onujayi rong makhaate,sei boro canvaser ta jure.ei muhurte.

Ichhe korche,sotang bagbazaar chole jai,panter nichta haantu obdi gotai,ghater nich theke 2nd last shiri tay,
jetar bhijepona take upekhha kore,boshe giye, paa dutoke joler modhhey chubiye di aar ei muhurte dubi.
darun laage byapar ta.

Ichhe korche Kwality Wallser ‘orange’ kaathi icecream ta khete, kintu, shonge nijer keu thake jaate.
Icecream tar, chokher bali hoye uthbe ‘aamar se’.Tar saathe moshgul dekhe,icecream ta obhimane,
gole porbe aamar haate.Tai dekhe aamay byango korbe aamay   ‘Aamar se’,kintu janbeona,or thekeo aaro kaache,
keu aamay joriye royeche,ei muhurte.

Okopot shwikar korte baadha nei, je ami kolponar saathe preme porechi ‘ei muhurte’ baanchte baanchte.
Sei premer jore,ami kaacher shob kichu ke obogga kore,dur ke kaache tanchi,onoboroto.
EI MUHURTE.

Ke bole sei jotno duaar,
Aar chokhe besh dhanda,
Aamar jonne royeche khola,
Shohoj bhabe saadha.

Nijer moton jai aar aashi,
Aamar aatur ghor,
Duaar kopat boitorini,
Aamar sohochor.

bolo tatka chilo kina?

February 28, 2012

joratali

Filed under: diary — joykumardas @ 9:16 pm

“Pakhi ta  je gaach tay boshe,
Gaach te mati te dariye,
Se mati ekhono khub koshe,
Dhore shob duthaath bariye”

Kabir Sumaner ei gaan ta shunte shunte amar shorob

Ei to joy:
“Tui bidrohi,tui bidrohi,tui bidrohi”

Raat tokhon 1.30 ta praay.Likhlam.

Likhi din likhi raat,
Shonkirtoni mon,
Hari bole nilo swaad.

Aaynay du jibon,
Geruaay ‘Kya baat’.

Pata sesh Purotai,
Kata-kuti chuto chai,
Chumu tai chumbok,
Thonte thont biplob.

Aar noy byas thaak,
Chupi chup ‘mulakaat’,
Chena mukh chena raat,
Choya tei ‘Kya Baat’

Ekta joratali dilam,dekha jag kodin chole.Ei jora tali.

February 22, 2012

Am ( a minor )


Eta amar prraay iii hoy.prraay prraay, prraay eeee.Prothom shob kichui bhul.
Thik jemon khub moner moton kichu likhte giye prothom okhhor tai bhul.Tokhon college ‘littleMag amol’,
nijerai chapchi dewall jure.
Chart paper tay dawaitto niye ekta kichu ekbarei  likhte boshe gechilam,kintu prothom okhhor tai bhul likhe, katlam.
ek suhrid porichita bidrupatmok kotakhho kore
bolle “eta ki joy,ei tor mon diye kaj kora?”.Ami bollam “etai amar originality,ami emnii”.
E obheshh punor abritti hoye amar swabhabe ek omogh chondo dharon koreche.
Fereche phirey phirey.

Omon govir ami prem, khondabe ke?, jokhun keu shone ‘etai amar originality’,takiye thake mukher dike
Etota toh seo nijekeo bodhoy bhalobasheni joto ta se eta shune amay chinlo nijeke diye.
Pagla pagli kore.
bodla bodli kore.
Tokhun shomoy ta besh katatam,besh  kore,beshi kore.Surjer alo chokhe porto,chaya teo boshtam.Ekhuner moton noy.

tokhun khub gaitam ei  line gulo

‘Ichhe kore shob chere chure chole jai,
Botam chera shirt pore gaan gai,
Tista nodir dhar dhore shoja himalay…’ tarpor ki jeno chilo.

Ghore porar jamar oporer duto aar nicher ekta botam chire,chaade giye haowa khetam jhore,brishtite.
ei ‘gaanta gaanta’ feeling petam.
Mone hoto amay niye music video ta hochhe aar nepothhey anjan dutt gaiyche.
Suman,Nachi,Anjan eder shunei boro.Eder dhorei chena country blues , Bob Dylan ,John Lenon,Pete Seeger
Himangshu Dutta,Nachiketa Ghosh aaro koto ke.

Tokhun gaaner line gulo khub ghurto.Oi bhangiye lokjonder goodbook e ‘sangoshkritiki ban’ er  nam chapatam.
ekhon bhetore bhetore sur gulo ghore.’Coke Studio‘,’The Dewarist’,Papon,Indian Ocean,Mohit Chauhan era jeno
gutitarer chord gulo kane jhon jhoniye dilo sesh kichu din dhore.Thik jemon kichu diner jonne Tomal(amar office colleague)amay
nijer signature gaan shonato,aar shekhato sur.

Thik jemon bhetore ghor koreche ‘porichita gon’,ebare ghor korche ‘Ganwala ra’.
abar gaan,kintu ebare baul
O mon jano na,O mon jani na..
Tomar ghore boshot kore koy jona mon jano naa…
Tomar ghore ….

Aaj shokale ei shob bhabna guloke dhutt teri bole,amar jei chord ta hochhilo na Am(A minor)ta niye boshlam.
dekhlam onyashe i hoye gelo.
tokhhoni mathay elo
Na Hanyate‘r line gulo

Ki je bhalo lage majhe majhe pashe boste,
pashe boshe ojut shombhabonar hisheb koshte,
phele rakhi shomoshha ami suraha asbe bole,
kono din e se ar asena…

Amar ja kichui shomoshha mone hoy,emoni fele rakhi,kokhono suraha hobe bole,onek khetrei dekhi hoye jay.
Onek Khetrei…

Prothom prothom hoya bhul gulo jokhun pore thik hoye jay ektu mon kharap laage.
Aar ojuhat khate ne, ‘ebar kintu khatte hobe’ mone hoy.

Ei lekhatao amar prothom emon ekta lekha jeta kina amar kaache ‘prothom shobkichur liste’ pore.
Thik jemon ‘prothom jhara poisa diye shob i kena jay’,’prothom shobkichu’ guloy nijer shob kichui bola jay.

‘A minor’ to holo bole eto kotha bollam.

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