September 16, 2012

many times a day

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Many times a day,
And many times a day,
I still think of you,
Being all far away.

Being all far away,
Being all far away,
I’ve nothing more to say,
But missing you a lot,
Missing hell lot my way.

The way u used to say,
Still still as those days,
With these warm sunshine on my guitar,
I will sing those all my way.


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 5, 2012

keu keu

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.

January 23, 2012

warmth untouched

Its when warmth of life fades away,we start basking in togetherness of a relation. We seek again the rain and rainbow in the peak of ‘Emotional Orgasm’s”.It fades but with shadows of memory.This  shadow which we marry forever with,we start relating like.

These/Those persons[personas], makes us giggle,makes us write poetry,gives a new world in a new realm.Gives us a new unheard,untouched sensitivity, which imbibes us with satin ribbon of subtle love which only our heart can express through eyes,play all its note,all  through its season.This ‘Sunset feeling’  dawns into us and allows us to sink deep within.

Somehow this ‘Shadow living’ gives us a ‘Shadow life’,but still,  something perceptible.We say ‘yes’ , and sail uncharted with each ‘New breathe’.With this ‘Spring in Heart’ we response back to ‘Life’ with a deep ‘Red’ kiss.

We touch it,we sense it.It throbs through us.

January 22, 2012

tol haralo

Likhte jodi ichhe kore,
Likhbo taale shob,
Aral theke korbo uthe,
Aadim kolorob.

Brishti badol shamlabo thik,
Gobhir jhor jhapta,
Bujhiye debo kemon jibon,
Sohoj soja saapta.

Aalga bhabe halka kore,
Rakhbo chokhe chokh,
Otol dighi tol haarale,
Gobhire shombhog.

January 21, 2012


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’.

November 28, 2010

ordhek ordhek

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.

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