Amaar haathe sei to camera,
Beyara bipod bhaggo,
Amar moton frame dhorechen,
Jibon hotobhaggo.
Ja khunjechi tai hoyechish,
Chobir bhetor tui,
Sada kaloy ottohashi,
Onabishkrito tui.
Haath dhorechish kaachei karor,
Onno kono deshe,
Sei chobike aagle jibon,
Chollo niruddeshhe.
Ki bhabe dhakbo okhotto khoto,
Dichhe je sara roj,
Baro mash daake teromash mon,
Obhinoy roj roj.
Rojer moton ekhono maapchi,
Durotto tar dur,
Ei tofate miliye nichhi,
Chena chena shob sur.
Hoyto bojhoni hoyto bojhona,
Hoyto hoyto shob,
Hoyto bethata tomaro daakche,
Ekla tumio roj.
Aagle aagle utcho bere,
Aamar du haath dhore,
Shokto kore dhorte giye,
Jaache hoyto chere.
Emon korei beye beye,
Joriye tumi raat,
Aamar shikor nagal korbe,
Tomar gopon haath.
Epar opar ekla ami,
Aagle tomar haath,
Ekla keno keu jaane na,
Aagle tomar saath.
Osthi panjor kaamre kaamre,
Haar gulo sesh resh,
Mangsho rokte makha-makhi jibh,
Kabbo kintu sesh.
Chushte chushte harer bhetor,
Amish niraboron,
Amar khider shohoj sidher,
Begotik moron.
Aaste aaste kabbo gulo,
Abar aamar shob,
Abar amay jonmo diye,
Aaglalo kolorob.
Taray taray aakash kusum,
Hatti matim tim,
Aamish bodhe chobbo choshho,
Lolup ‘Jonmodin’.
Kothao ekta bhasche jibon,
Daakche aamay khali,
Bhasche jibon haasche jibon,
Dichhe korotali.
Amar nahoy ekpashla,
Tomar nahoy dui,
Shongojapon modhho raate ,
Alingonei shui.
Raat shue din,
Tumio sedin,
Aankle obhab shei,
Ashbona aar naarle kora,
Daakbe tumi jei.
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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 )
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’.
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?
“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.
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