Little that you see around,
Is a part of what you see,
The rest you'll come t know
When you let it be.

The sweet and bitter,
The joys and jitters.
Is not all what it is.

What it is,
Is another thing,
Analyse that please...

I try to be poet
Everynight before I sleep.
I dive long into thoughts
But seldom write so deep.

My mind is a wretched pile,
With toppings of loose dust.
So often fall prey to feel
To anger, to fear, to lust.

Bhalentine Day (ekti rochona):

Bhalentine Day ekti bhalobasar din. Ei din ti poti bochor 14e phebrooari tey palon kora hoy. Ei din sob dada didi, kaku kakima ebong kokhono kokhono dadu ebong dida ra haat dhorey ghurtey beroy. Sobai ei bhalobasar din ti k palon kortey restoorent e khetey jay ebong khay.

Itihas e achey jey kono ek Bhalentine namok Khischan sadhu lokjon ke bhalobastey sekhaten. Ei bhalobasa basi nostami sei deser rajar pochundo hoy ni tai tini takey mere fyalen. Kintu porey ei valentine sadhur naamei bhalentine day palon hoy.

Bairer des e lok e edin nana rokom kando kore thake. Sedike ar gelam na. Kolkatay edin sopping mol guli bises bhabey sajano hoy. Borolok er chheler meyra sekhane jay ebong ei dibos ti ke palon korey. Bises korey meyra spesal chhoto chhoto rong berong er jama porey beroy ebong tader pemik der gaa gheNsey ghurey beray.

Echhara sona jay na na jaygay orthat night kelab ittadi jaygay party korbar bises subidha deoa hoy - jemon thik thak mawd bikkiri ebong belly dyance er bebostha hoy. Lokera ei jayga guli tey hullat mosti korey.

Borolok der, maney jader gari achhey, tader k baad diley jara porey thaklo tader dupur belar dikey dhakuria lake, eliot park, tala park ittadi jaygay dekha jay. Tara Bhalentine sadhur asibbad e prochur bhalobasa basi korey.

Ajkal e din e ischooler chhele meyra eke opor ke propoj kore. Er jonyo card er dokaney dhalao valentine er caad rakha thakey. Chheley egulo kiney meyder k diye daye ebong propoj korey.

Kintu ami boltey chai je edin ti kintu sobai mosti kortey pare na. Amra sob somoy sudhu ek torof ta bhebey thaki. Ami tai arekta torof o tuley dhortey chai. Jader gaalphend thakena tara edin bhison dukko paay. Ontoto ekbar bhebey dekben ki bisri byapar. Taader bondhura sobai date martey choley jay ebong tara faastu khey bosey thakey. Faastu katatey era sei sopping mol e jay ebong mini skat pora meyder dekey aro faastu khey jay. Onek somoy mey der bari te edin besi chaap diley erokom e hoy. Ami eder jonyo somobedona onubhob kori ebong asa kori sobai tai korbey.

Bhalentine day er kharap dik boltey sona jay bombay dilli esob jaygay kichhu bodmais lok jhamela kore. Ki sob sena bahini boley eder ke. Era khol thekey lok ber korey tader kelay. Ager bochor meyder o keliechilo. Sutorang ei sob bodmais ebong faaltu lokeder thekey saabdhaan thaktey hoy.

Ami sudhu ei boley ses kortey chai je manus bhalobesechey, bhalobasey ebong bhalobasbey. Eke kono sena tena atkatey parbe na. Sobai bhalobasun, beche thakun. Bhalentine sadhur ke ponaam janiye ami rochona ti ses korlam.

MY PRINCESS

MY PRINCESS
O Princess, do you wait for me in the castle?
The castle guarded by a dragon which blows fire in its every breath?
Do you wait for me, looking through the small window in the highest tower?
You wait there expecting that I will come there some day to rescue you,
From the curse of confinement.

Princess, I wish I was a knight, valiant and strong,
I wish I had a powerful horse to run across the fragile bridge over the lava pool,
I wish I had a sword to slash the brutal dragons head,
Then find a way through a maze right into your room,
Where you have been locked for years.
How amazing it would be to see the beautiful you sleep,
To see your soft and fair face by the full moon light,
A face that brings calm to any lover’s heart.
To see your pink lips waiting for a kiss
My kiss…

But Princess… I am not a brave knight,
Neither have I a black horse nor a heavy sword.
I am just a shepherd, a poet.
Everyday when I pass by your castle, you look at me.
Oh! Such a pain I see in your eyes,
My heart aches.

Even if some day I save you,
Break you free from curse, by some trick,
You will be mine for sure,
But Princess you are so delicate, like a flower,
What if I can’t care?
You have been detached from the world for so long,
I will have to guide your every step.
I will have to earn strength to protect you from the evils all around.
Princess, I am not so strong, what if I fail?

There are some days, when my sheep feeds on green grass on that mountain in the east,
I sit under a willow and look at the setting sun,
The beauty of the sky mesmerizes me,
I tend to forget all that is around me, even you Princess,
Some pleasing thoughts come to me.

I think I am a lost soul myself, Princess.
How will I guide your journey?
How will I preserve your smile?
I am too afraid o princess, what if I get lost?

O Princess, I adore you,
But I am not a knight.
May you wait for the stronger to come,
I will wait for mine.

I will wait for My Princess,
The one who might not be tender as you are,
But will have arms strong enough to hold me tight
Whenever I am lost,
Courage enough to show me the path,
Even if there is no light,
Love that will assure me safety,
Even in the worst times.
The one I shall find even in the trance during the sunset…

So please forgive me, o Princess,
I am not a knight,
Just a shepherd, a poet…

METROPOLIS

METROPOLIS
Between my two arms I hold the reflection of a mini world,
That reverberate through me every moment;
A collage of a lights whizzing, sounds humming and souls brushing my skin.
A scenario of utter commotion dilutes this world of mine,
So I hold it in my arms….

Sitting in a place where mundaneness is the theme to comprehend,
Striking hammers, boisterous shades are the bits of truth,
From somewhere below the surface I hear a harp,
Playing a tune of wild, preaching a mournful divorce.

It speaks of a flamboyant fortified wall, never dared to be conquered,
Yet inside the gates the wall gets injured by dark naily scratches,
For eternity these marks will remain.
It speaks of a light that once lit in the midst of darkness,
A light of fire soon to be extinguished by the cyan tides,
Tides that can be already seen if you can climb,
Not very far away….

It tells the story of foggy, shadowy lanes,
Vividly coloured by lights that struggle to burn on.
Of lakes and oceans that lay dry,
Never washed by rivers,
Ladders that broke by each step,
Injured by thudding feet,
And faithless spirits....

My arms get wearied by the load that adds since it has flourished,
I arise from the depths, dissolving into the surface.......

LOOKING THROUGH A MISTY GLASS

LOOKING THROUGH A MISTY GLASS

Was it not yesterday that sky seemed so clear,
The sun so soft, the sky so blue and every reason to cheer.
Yes, it was yesterday when the oak tree by my window,
Showed its allurement with its branches so bright, leaves so green.
It was just yesterday when the birds brought from far,
Twigs and dry grass to build a nest;
It was looking like a mothers lap this morning……

All of it is now so blur,
Patches of green so mixed with brown,
No more can I see the conspicuous yellow strokes.
The birds are lost in the midst of nowhere.
There I see a shadow….. of a human,
Drifting with the breeze, a stretch never less.

Yes he was a friend of mine…. He is no more,
Every time his back I saw I felt so thorough.
Time haunted me like a gloomy spirit;
But why does it seem today…… the breeze, which I can’t feel,
So pleasant, so soothing yet taking a part of me away.

It was may be yesterday or the day before,
That this little girl with her stray dog roamed about the streets,
In search of some scrap also a bit of rotten food.
Beyond my glass window today she appears as a patch of grey,
A patch so similar to the sky, that it seems all the same.
And yet with all my zeal inside sit, sit and watch;
My soul so full of me, so afraid to open a mere window.

I watched today the space outside through a misty glass……..