byartho chesta

moner govire ekta boka janala
koto ki khuje jay,
chader snigdhotay se uttap khuje pay
fhuler papri gulo hotat berogin
moner kanvas jeno chiniye niyeche tader sob rong
kintu hay.....chobita tao asompurno!!!

kolkatar kono ek benami flate eka ekti chele
bachar kono tagid nei
asposto sokol chahidar mapkath
ijibon judhe se ek bartho soinik
klantihin pothe aaj se mrito
smriti chinhe nei kono sobujer abha
janla hatre beray ektu alo,
hatre beray ek achena prithivi
ke jeno take chirodiner jono bondho kore diyeche.....
toluene er abhay tai se mithe sopner bilasitay motto.....

dure bohu dure kono ek grame,
ajana ek pakhi apon mone deke choleche
janla bhed kore asche tar korun swar
janla khuje beray torongor utsho
kintu hay.......janlar kopat gulo sikol diye badha
chobita tai ajo asompurno.....

"the intense aroma of toluene has stared to work,the boy alone in his bed,falsified by foolish dreams,started picking tabs ....happily loitering in the highway to hell"(hahahhha)

mistaken lies

what if there is no heaven
what if there is no hell
what if there is only lie
what if we all dont care about us?

dont u think....
the perspective of lies would change..
we all will gain our self controlled philosophies
motiavtions will never ruin our mind
halucinations will be the part and parcel of life.

what is truth?
are only facts are truth?
so loving your mother is false.......no praticality....no proof??
untamed thoughts are hovering over my brain
there lies a naked boy in the rain,
shiverring in the cold,
dawned by his foolish sentiments
caring for only a sheet of cloth.....caring for a little shelter???
there lies a boy flodded with toys and choclates
yes....he cannot understand the meaning of choclates......
he cannot understand the meaning of love for toys

now what is truth???
-----self justified conscience????
enveloped fascinations of immortal life.
let the rain burn our bodies
let the sun confuse our soul
let the clouds cover us with a blanket of false mysteries
lets dig out the brain to find the forbidden lie.

miche attohashi

dure oi achin paki ta,
korun sure dakche,
akasher kone eek posla megh,
hoyto bristi purbabhasas,
amra abar klantir roddur chere,
praner anonde bhijte jabo.
bhije jabe sob glani,
bhije jabe sob doinota,
bhije jabe sei chera jeans ta,
bhije jabe khachar bitorer sobuj monta,
bhije jabe amar chotobelata,
bhije jabe tomar lekha prothom chitita..........

aaj neme asuk ban,
akash gorje utuk plabon sonkete,
muche diye jak sob smriti chinyo,
muche diye jak oi chera phata itihas,
muche diye jak sob roktochinho,
muche diye jak sob judher potobhumi.

eki, hotat sobai chup hoye gele keno,
koi tomra kichu bolcho na keno,
tahole ki sob sesh hoye gelo,
ato roktokhay, ato bolidan,
ato porikolpona, jotla,michil, mitting...........
aro koto kichu ....
ki aaj ei dekhbo bole?
aaj nuton kore bachbo bole,
nijer jiboner bolidan diyechi.
amar mritodehe fhute utuk ekta golap fhul,
tar snigdhotay bhore jak sara bishwa
beche utuk ei pranobhumi,
beche utuk tomar gaan.

pori

well, i tried a lot to write something out from my own passionate way.
this may seem little childish,
may seem little pathetic,
but what to do, erokom e amar mathay hotat elo,
tai likhe fellam......................


kal rate toke swopne dekhlam,
toke bhari sundor dekachilo,
tui tor lal sada rong er top,
aar neel rong er jeans pore chili,
kirokom dustu bhabe haschili,
tokhon tor gale tol porchilo,
toke je ki misti dekhachilo,
bole bojate parbo na......

hotat ki holo jani na,
ek ajana jhar utlo,
charidike ki asombhob dhulo,
tui chitkar korchis, " amake bachao, amake bachao"

charidike jhorer dundubi dhoni,
tar e modhe ek khino chitkar,
kirokom miliye gelo sobkichu
jebhabe hariye jay sobhyota,
jebhabe hariye jay amader 'innocence'.

ekdin sei jhor o theme gelo, janis to,
toke koto khujlam, pelam na,
kichu para ga er lok bollo,
tui naki pori hoye gachis.

poriborton

bohu bochor por jalpaigurite elam,
kirokom palte gache sohor ta,
sei uncle er dokan,
sei biltu dar thek,
koi dekhte pelam na to........

para diye hatchilam,
koto nuton mukh,
koto nuton chehara,
dekhi parar rastay kota chele,
khub besi hole seven eight hobe,
mukhe khistir balai nei,
nijer anonde dhuwa charche,
kono brukhep nei,
kono bhoy dor nei,
..........aar aschorjo....
keu kichu bolar o nei.....

hoyto ei poribortoner haoya,
ei hoyto somoyer kromo bikash
ei hoyto sohorer bere ota............

rastay hotat bultir sathe dekha,
sei 6 foot 3 inchi doito,
sei aki chehara,
sei aki hata chola,
choto belay aksathe lukiye koto ciggerrate tenechi,
kintu amader bela ekta na aka gondi chilo,
aaj hai........
sei gondi o hariye gache.....

bulti bollo....."kotodin por eli jalpaigurite,
chol thek er dike ekbar ghure asi,"
hotat amder samne diye hooter bajiye,
tin garir convoy jhop kore chole gelo,
bapon chottopadhay...........amader sohorer MLA,
amader sei chena bapon da...........

bapon dar kotha jokhon tullam, to boli,
choto bela thekei abhab anotoner modhe manush,
baba cha baganer kormochari,
ma asustho, choto tin bhai boner dayito,
er modhei kibhabe jeno.........
school er gondi periye college bhorti holo,
A.C college ....economics hons.

theke bose adda marchi,
bulti ekta filter wills dhoriye tachilo bhongite bole utlo,
"London e naki khub gorom poreche,
"Congo te naki ekdom bristi hoy na,
Sahara jure akhon sobujer sonket,
Dubai te jol er theke sosta Coca-cola,
kichui buji na,
sara prithibi ta jure jeno ekta jhor uteche,
hoyto eta imperialist duniyar chokranto,
prithibi r buk theke 'SOCIALISM' sobdo ta ke muche deoya,
dhet, sala achinpurer sohoj rasta te jeno ki rokom gholate hoye gelo"

70 dasaker dike bapon da sokriyo marxbadi korto,
mone pore parar more kichu tatha kothito bhalo lok,
bedhorok merechilo bapon da ke,
bolechilo" sala, deshodrohi, sob salgulo russiar pa chata kukur"
koto akotho apoman,
koto jontrona,
koto arthonad,
koto bedona,glani........tobu aschorjo,
ki adbhut jed....ki asadhoron adorso bodho....
baponda tokhon mader hero,
golpo korto,..."cuba,vietnam,china....",
suntam "marx,angels,che,fidel " er kirti kando...
nuton kolonko mukto prithibir swapno,
beche thakar ek nuton bhasha.....
bolto "comred, bonduk gulo pore ache, sudhu bullet gulo pora baki"
aaj jeno sei muhurto gulo kirokom bemanan,
sob sonkhagulo kirokom guliye jay,
sob hiseb gulo jeno hariye jay.

chatro neta theke zonal theke rajyo politics,
tokhon sara banglay tomader joyodhoni,
bapon da ek important personality,
party office, meeting, michil.........koto kaj,
tomar jiboner curve tokhon gogonchumbi,
mukhe samyobad, sreni songram,
kintu hay,
somoyer sathe sathe,
tumi to aaj porinoto ekjon 'self centric hypocrite'

dekhte dekhte 30 bochor kete gache,
tumi aaj rajyer artho montri,
koto tension,koto matha betha,
tomar mostiske rajyo gorar koto guro chinta,
tumi to goriber neta, sromiker bhagya bidhata,
kintu kothay, kichu nuton to dekhchi na,
amra to aki jaygay thomke achi,
tomader 'state shining' er takma to dekhte pai na,
amlasol e manush ekhono pipra kheye beche ache,
aaro koto, lalgarh,bankura,purulia,
unnoyon to dur, samanyo electricity er khuti o bohu gram e rupkothar golpo,
sanitation er moto basic need aaj bohu gram e kono nuton sobdo,
paniyo jol,hospital,health centre aaro koto kichu..........
samanyo chikitsar jonno amader dourate hoy vellore,tamil nadu jete hoy.....
mullobridhi, bekarotyo, abhab, anoton jen aaj amader nityo songi.....

athocho hay,
tomar unnoyon to thomke jay ni,
tomar su sojjito bunglow,
scotch cases,
bahari asbab,
somosto poribesh prachurje su sojjito,
nijer nam e bohu bebsha,
kotogulo cha er bagan......aro koto ki.......

majhe majhe bhabi,
IMPERIALIST duniyer ki adbhut moho,
je system er birudhe lorai korbe bole sopoth niyechile,
aaj tumi sei system er sorik,
sei system er poth prodorsok........

chahida.....

premature thoughts

Dear diary,
after many days i am writing on you.
Today i experienced some wonderful flora and fauna of this beautiful world. i have flied over the the highest peaks of mount Everest, dived to the deepest trenches of Atlantic. i have seen blood rushing through my veins, running across my brain steaming through my mind. I have seen my soul coming out and happily dawned over my whole hallucinogenic life. I love to live in the world of fantasy, in the world of dreams , the world of imaginations.

why can't i get you dear diary when i am in my era of fantasy, while I feel my hand trembling, with each corpuscles bounded with the thread of life. It sometimes fascinates me to know what dominates our life, is these a distinction between my heart and my mind, or is it the soul which is constantly bridging the gap and connecting the grail of life.

We are all moving towards an never ending rat race, not knowing whether these rails will ever meet. But it has a terrific spirit...........we may lose in the battle field but our spirit constantly nags on getting the better of it. we all are in search of some tit bits of greatest moments, some foolish quarrels, some warm relations, some agony faces, tears for some loved ones, a night spend out with some greatest friends, a search ending nowhere....................

Sometimes it haunts me, why are we all running, what is the need of this so called society,
are we all living for a damm old job, a relation without any space, all creativity lost in vogue, fancy parties in tantra,underground.......which will turn to a gray fade memory thrown out from the garbage of the over loaded memory.............
let there be a place where there is no search for happiness, and no tear filled faces....

Basically its the urge of living which is flooding us in the infinite journey called life,and hoping to have a place like that of John Lennon dreamed of......
"Imagine there's no Heaven ,It's easy if you try, No hell below us ,Above us only sky, Imagine all the people, Living for today......................................
You may say that I'm a dreamer, But I'm not the only one, I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one "