Of Journeys and Monsoon...

The gloomy sky... that's not so dry,
The urge to sit...that struggles to fit,
The windows open.. letting a world reopen,
And, the wet greenery...serving the perfect scenery;

The winds blowing...that lets 
the hair flowing,
The pictures beyond...that change every second,
The hawker's cry...calming the child's try,
And, the momentary friendships...lasting through the trip's;

The unknown passenger...that smiles dear,
The regular sway...that's now at bay,
The station names...familiarizing themselves,
And, the glaring whistles...of invading new nestle's;

The bunks up...that announce time's up,
The dark nowhere..that gives light to somewhere,
The vehicle trailing...leading to a calling,
Lets the feet walking...towards some old bonding

Onektai jano paltey geche ajkal...

Notun bhalo lagar jowar-e aj mon ta besh tan-tan,
Chokher konay kannar bodole hashi jano omlaan,
Man-Obhiman miliye mishiye bhaloi kaatche je dinkal..
Bairer drishyo ta onektai jano palte geche ajkaal.

Onek obhyigotta.. ei prothom - Prothom upohar, Prothom chowa..
Shokaler prothom bhabna theke rater shesh chinta obdi,
Sheet er porosh periye aj bonshonter je rong laal..
Bairer drishyo ta onektai jano paltey geche ajkal.

Obhyesh je boroi kharap..
Shokaler cha theke raater chador,
Rokkhe holona tar shomoyer kache.. Poristhitir kache shey meneche haar,

Barirer drishyo ta onektai jano paltey geche ajkal.

Projukti je ekhon sudhui bhorsha..Ar bhorsha protishruti..
Jibon juddher shei boro porikkhay bifolotai holo porinoti,
Kanna muchiye hashir khonje tor sathe ami chirokaal..
Barirer drishyo ta onektai jano paltey geche ajkal.

Shomoyer sathe sathe maniye nilam..
Dure jawar karon..kache asha bhablam,
Kaash ful shukiye aj khejurete hari badhar je dinkaal..
Barirer drishyo ta onektai jano paltey geche ajkal.

Eki shure bajlo je mon..
Chaar haath ar ek chaat,
Ek shomporker haath dhore..aj je amar onek naam..
Barirer drishyo ta onektai jano paltey geche ajkal.

Man-obhiman paltayni go...
Ar paltay ni shei haath-e showa,
School - tiffin - office-er majhe aj keteche je kotokaal..
Barirer drishyo ta onektai jano paltey geche ajkal.

She-kaal O E-kaal er Shei Chaar Din!

Kichudin holo..boddo gorom poreche,
Brishtir naam-gondho nei,
Megher ashay ashay akashe takatei peja tulor ek shomagom chokhedhora dilo..
Kichu jano janan dite chailo;

Shondhey te Maa phone kore hotat bollo.."Tui kobe asbi?, Bajar jete hobe toh...",
Ami bollam : "Dhurr, ei dudiner jonye eshe ar berote icche korena..",
Ma bolle : "Tahole to ar shomoy pabina? Ami e ki tor kenakata kore rakhbo?";

Besh kichu soptaho por aj train e chaplam,
Eki rasta..kintu bairer drishyota onekta palte geche jano..
Anache-kanache gojiyeche kaash fuler jhaank;

Esob kabyik bhabnar theke onek dure...bastob joboner kruro pothe cholte cholte tar
ek-choturthangsho poth paar kore felechi aj,
Porashuna - Poisa -Premer chaape hoyto ar din gona hoyna,
Tao shei udash kora ekla bikel guloy...jokhon jokhon kichu elomelo bhabna eshe joro hoy...
Tokhon shei peja-tulor moto megh, notun jamar kenakata, kaash ful gulo eshe janan daye...
Uni aschen... Bangalir Shreshtho Utsab asche...

Jibon juddhe lorte lorte hoyto eshober maane kichuta paalte geche aaj,
School-e chuti porar tara-ta hoyto bodle nijer shohore ferar tara hoyeche,
Onekgulo jama kenar shei iccheta hoyto bodle ebar ekta Saree kenar icchete prinoto hoyeche,
Bondhuder sathe ghurbar bhabna ta hoyto bodle hoyeche barir sathe kichuta shomoy kataanor icchete..;
Tobuo.., Ei shomoytar kichu fele asha onubhuti ekhono omlaan roye geche...
Jano ki?
Shei prothom notun bochorer calendar peye ei chaar-te din khuje ber kora.. ar tar sathe sathei mone-mone ekta chotto chokh koshe newa,
Kichu kaash-fuler hawar sathe dule otha..,
Ek-chilte roder modhye diye kichu peja tulor moto megher uki dewa..,
Ar bajarer bhirer modhye lukiye thaka kichu notun jamar gondho...,

Ar tar sathe sathei..
Obileen hoye roye geche..
Kichu purono chorachorito othoba kichu notun Bhalo-Rakha,
Kichu chena othoba kichu ochena Bhalo- Laga,
Ar kichu shomoy-shomoyheen Bhalo-Basha...

On a drizzling July day...

On a drizzling July day..

A new place ushers me with all its may,

I fail to understand its virtues and vice...

And I hate to be here although it's nice.

On a drizzling July day..

The new greenery attracts all my say,

Life proves how lucky I am...

And I do not dislike it past the jam.

On a drizzling July day..

A few wonderful souls cross my way,

Friends they call themselves..blessings I call them..

Away from home..I've found some gem.

On a drizzling July day..

New friendships galore past what lay,

Limitless help, laughter and fun...

In great gratitude for this new run.

On a drizzling July day..

Life walks towards some serious bay,

Old promises to keep, new bonds to cross..

Love's labor should not be lost.

On a drizzling July day..

Life has started anew with all its gay,

To live to the fullest for this is a boon..

Let life decide what comes next moon.

Just….. This Much…

As much as the Glorifying dew on the February leaf…
As much as the slashing waves that Await the shore, onto which they leap,
As much as the Broken soil, that Covets the first drop of monsoon…
And, As much, as stars that Wish for the Full-moon;

As much as the kids first job, that brings parents’ ‘The Light’…
As much as the tick of the clock, that Lures the dumb night,
As much as the beggar who Craves a blanket, on the roady December lines..
And, As much as the cancerous soul, that Desires to be fine;

As much as it Feels to anticipate the first symptoms of parent-hood…
As much as the Dripping new mother, yearns to see her good,
As much as the Nostalgia of the years-later-home-bound kid…
And, As much as Kills to steal the parting bid;

As much as the new bride Cherishes the moment of being-Vermilion-ed…
As much as it Pains to learn “that kiss” was the end,
As much as the Empty-ness, that threatens the survival,
And, As much as the heart, Skipping a beat, to learn the age-old-lovers-re-arrival…

Do you know … 

How much? 

Not much, but yes…

You mean to me…

Just as much…

...As "This" much !

                                                            

Mone aache...???

Mone aache ek ochena otithi,
Kichu shomoy, ar kichu haanshi-iarki-thattha..?


Mone aache sediner Konkone Cornetto?

Sheyi lomba hanta poth ar thont-er er pash ta ke alto kore muchiye dewa?

Mone aache.. tor dui chokh,
Ar tader sheyi muhurter geye otha...’Bissash kor, ami je shottie bhalobashi’..

Mone aache… ‘Oi, kokkhono kaandbi na...’,
kichu hanshi o kichu oshrujol..?

Mone aache… Spain, France, South Africa,
Kichu shopno, kichu tushar-paat ar kichu Bhalobaasha?

Mone aache kichu Choya,
Ar shei je dui ‘Pherari Mon’..?

Mona aache…’Ami to ekhanei aachi’
‘Ami jabo na’, ‘Ami aashbo’, Ar ‘Ami chesta korbo’?

Bhulte cholechilam bastob aaj,
Purono smriti te hariye nijeke,
Shopno rajjo ke aankre dhore,
Khushir dheute je bheshechilam jore;

Phire esechi abar aaj;
Na, Mone chilo na Bhalobasha je ek Onnaye-oporaadh,
Shobtai je mitthe hoyeche… shomoye e je tar asto promaan,
‘Bastobe je baanch-te hobe’…Hyaan Mone poreche… abar aaj…

Shob Shopnoi e je Mone aache…
Bhebhe bol dekhi…Dosh ki shottie … amar tate..??

The Malignant Scar...

I was pushed down,
I was Bleeding,

They came to see me,

And I started healing,

I fell again,
Was hurt again,
The wounds were wrapped,
And scaled was it ..All over again..;

The scars have healed,

But still 'It' pains,
Nobody notices it,
But I know that 'It' still remains;

It kills by pinches,
But never shows a sign,
And the world presumes...
That I must be Fine..;


Oh now that 'Its' terrible one day,

I know 'Its' Malignant and can rip me some day,
Nothing collapses but Me and My Heart,
And still I resolve, never to let Him apart...

She...

She is like the Nurse protecting the new born,

She is like the Mother scolding the naughty kid,

She is like the ‘Didi’ fighting for the hurt master,

She is like the Aunt counseling the teenager,
She is like the Friend ever eager to help,
She is like the Sister demanding a gift,

She is like the Muse to inspire the poet,
She is like the Beloved to Love the Lover,
She is like the Wife responsible for all the care,

She is like the Partner of the old age,

She is the Un-named relation who silently prays,

And,
She is all that I find for you … 
Each tiny day … Every huge day! 

And.., Three hundred and thirty one days later, I still Miss to Miss 'them' all…

I Miss the opulent ‘Oii’,
I Miss the precious Princess,
I Miss the subtle smell,
I Miss the sensitive Sweetheart,

I Miss the ravishing rain that afternoon,
I Miss the ‘holding hands’ that evening,
I Miss the clear full moon that night,
I Miss the reassurances of Love that dawn,

I Miss the throbbing heart,
I Miss the promises of never being apart,
I Miss the token of remembrance never given to me,
And, I Miss the ‘khola hawa’ that loosened it all,

I Miss the eyes that that looked into mine,
I Miss the holiday plans amidst the snow,
I Miss the silent peck on the lips,
And, I Miss the feel that made me know every nerve of his,

I Miss the song by the river,
I Miss the confessions of a Lover,
I Miss getting scared and scolded,
And, I Miss not letting him leave again,

I Miss those confidence boosts when a test,
I Miss the care when a bad cold,
I Miss the tears wiped out by him,
And, I Miss the day he didn’t cross my mind,

I Miss the thousand kisses on the forehead,
I Miss them curl in the cold in one small shawl,
I Miss the hours waited for that look,
And, I Miss the hug that made them forget the world,

May be you Miss to understand me today,
May be you Miss to identify ‘them’ today,
But… You know what…
Three hundred and thirty one days later…
'They' still Miss to Miss you..,
And I still Miss to Miss them all…

Far Across the Fields Of Life...

Far across the Fields of Light,
I see shadows overtake me with all their might,
They compete, they chase, they flash, they gaze,
And the next moment, I lose them in the maze…

Far across the Fields of the Past,
I see myself standing on the mast,
I smile, I laugh, I Care, I Talk,
And the Tides of Life make me Lost…

Far across the Fields of Love,
I see two Lovers hiding from the world,
They Dream, They Believe, They Promise, They Caress,
And They Lose their Love from the realms of the terrace…

Far across the Fields of Memories,
I see each place and its backlogs with Life..,
It hurts, It haunts, It smiles, It taints,
And the fogs of remembrance makes it faint…

Far across the Fields of Time,
I misunderstand the conflicting emotions by the way you mime,
I confess, I explain, I try, I cry,
And I lose the Bond in frames of the lie…

Far across the Fields of Questions,
I wonder myself about the being of “I”..,
Am I a sudden gush of the southern wind …
Felt, enjoyed, loved and cared?
Or Am I the tormenting Tornado of the past?
That you let pass...without a word…

Far across the Fields of Musings,
I say to Mine that things will be Fine,
I Dream again, I Believe again, I Smile again, I Love again,
And I Pray again that my hopes are not lost in the Fields of Life again…

                                                

Chena rong…Ochena mishron...

Chirontoner shanto snighdho aakash ta aaj jano ektu alada,
Shrishtikortar ronger plate e jano khoyeri- kalo-komla rong gulo oshoman bhabe mile-mishe akekar, ektu beshi e shokto ba ektu beshi e norom bojha jacchena thik;

Bidyut rashi kokhono kokhono ek rash alo fele gorje uthche, jano dushtu meye  ek bokuni khelo raagi baba-r kache,
Abar porokkhonei sheyi kalo-khoyerir oshesh astoron ta shoumo matri murti hoye jano aagle rekheche nirbhoye ghumiye thaka chele Prithibi ke..,

Brishtir kromagoto awaaj ta ekhon onektai gaa-shoya hoyegeche…. Pithopithi bhai boner sheyi kothaye kothaye khunshuti gulor moto,
Dure aabchaya narkel gaach gulo jano jiboner jhore haar mene lutiye porte chaiche, kintu tar shei priyo shekor bondhu ti jano pon niyeche je she kichutei bhenge porte debe na take..,
Gombhir bhabe daariye aache TV tower gulo, tar laal alo ta jolche ar nibhche…kintu aaj jano se kichu promaan korte chaiche, hoyto odommo hoye beche thakar udaharon dite chaiche;

Ratri ebar shesh,
Onekdin por aaj brishti themeche...aalo futeche chaaridike,
Notun jiboner aashaye chokh khuleche rater jhore nistej hoye pora pakhi jhaak,

Onekdin lukochuri khelar por, fire pawar haashite halka heshe aaj jokhon mukh bariyeche ‘Shey’,
tokhon Dhoritrir obhimaani chokh jano bole uthlo – “kothaye chili tui?..toke chara je amar ektuo chole na…”
Tar jolonto chokh e ek anmona furti…nichok tamasha korche shey jano… shey ki bhabche, Dhoritri kintu jaane na, kintu moner ek konaye tar ek tukro aasha …je tar bondhu ti sudhu ek bar boluk je se ta ke ar kokkhono jiboner ondhokare chere jabe na.., konodino harate debe na;

Hasha thamalo Alok-Kiran ti…kothagulo tar oshposto, thik bojha gelo na…. Kintu tar tibro alokito chokhe abar dhora dilo fele aasha kichu maan-obhimaan, kichu pichutaan,
Ebong tar sathe sathei ek aashash er sur beje uthlo dhoritri-r mone, Shurjo jano bolche – “Oi pagli, ami to tor kaachei aachi.. tor sathei aachi..”

Shesher Shuru.... na Shurur Shesh.... ??

Jaani na thik na bhul......Ja hoeche... ja hocche... ja hote choleche...

 Ektar shikol o ki amader haath e chere diyecho...bhebe dekho to....

Shob e to tomar... tomar dewa.. tomar chawa...

 Shei dukkher haashi ta... ar Shei khushir kanna ta..,

Shei raat gulo jokhn nona jole bheja balisher kolei nistobdho rajkonna ti ghumer rajje pari dito..... ar Shei din gulo jokhn thont er kone aasha anmona haashi ta jomat bedhe mishti shopner megh hoye eshe darato..,

Shei shokal gulo jar ondhokar e nijeke hariyechilam.... ar Shei shondhe gulo jar ojana aloye nijeke abar kore khujte chesta korechilam...,

Shei 2 feer er durotto ar tar shristi kora pahar proman bhul-bojhabujhi... ar Shei 2000 kilometer ar 2to mon er ek e sur e bole otha..."amio aj dubte raaji.."..,

Shei 'na bola kotha gulo' ar take nimeshei bujhe newa.... ar Shei korun konthoshor ar ta ke nashonar bhaan kore dure shoriye dewa..,

Shei ochena aangul gulo ar take dhore shei rasta paar hoya... ar Shei chena haath ar tar shob tuccho kore chole jawa...,

Aaj o jokhon shei dishaheen noukaar moto ochena rajotto par korte korte ojanar dike cheye thaaki...... tokhon hotat e ekta dheu eshe abar se kotha mone koriye daye...abar shei proshner jaal e dhakka diye fele daye ar haathraate haathraate ami bhebe jayi... " eshob ki shottie mitthe....??... na...mitthe holeo shotti...??"

Chirokaal er motoi .. aj abar tomar dor ei..,

Ar kichuna... kono obhijog .. kono obhimaan na...,

Kono chahida... kono icche na...,

Sudhu ektaii aarji.... shei tomar e kaache...Thik na bhul aaj o jaante chaaina..... Ochenar chena pothe ar harate chai na... 

Confessions.... of a Lover.. and of a Friend...

****Huuuhhhhhhh !!!!!!**** ..... what is it ??

 A sigh ... a Relief … or ... just the contentment of regaining the lost life??

       

I skipped a beat every time anything related to you came by me.. Why so... ?? Am I weak...?? or is it that the presider of all the shrines that we went by had some different plans may be something differently planned ….
Something perfectly wrong or something terribly right he alone knows, coz, for myself...
I only knew you were honest when you said – You missed me among the ‘myriads of people roaming around’ and actually meant it when you said – You didn’t want to lose me…!!

         I knew well you were different but situations never understood that I didn’t have any differences with your difference.
What troubled the most was this horrible habit called remembrance... you see...for it hit me with every word that once soothed... pinched with every tender touch that once caressed…and wounded with every glance that once healed…

Every little thing became so predominantly memorable in this vast ocean of Memories: The 2 second calls consisting of – “meeting–meeting!!!” followed by the almost-every-day sent-inquiry -sms’s at 11.., -The good-luck wishes which served as confidence pills before every exam of mine.., -The now-turned-yellow leaf which we once thought of preserving forever…as a memory of don't-know-what.., -The anxious wait for the call which announced your arrival on those sunny Sunday afternoons.., -The mostly eaten nothing but “hide n seek”.., -The long walks which ended in you smilingly re-crossing the busy road to help me cross.., -The 'not so easily washable' letter which I happily inscribed on that pair of blue jeans.., -The enchanting verse of the pampering ‘Rabindra Sangeet’ which you hummed sitting on the banks of the ‘Sagar’ that flowed carelessly through the city.., -The little scars left by those golden ‘n green stone rings on those fair fingers which hurted me more than their bearer.., -The hated frowned look of mine to the ‘Sona’-watch which proclaimed it was gonna be 8..,-The sad humiliation that was felt when the unexpected rudeness demanded – ‘why I repeated the same thing again and again’.., And-The tears that knew no bounds on the utterance of – “perhaps, this is my last visit” !!!

        Tossing and turning every dark night till the world lit for a new life and  me ..then responding to the bell of sleep ... why so... was I scared of the light or afraid of the life ?! The talkative girl went mute, self-confined and over thoughtful... reflecting, analyzing, examining and pondering..... Just trying to reason out the 'right' that the world said or the 'wrong' that the heart said.

Thousands of people...hundreds of explanations...some narrated legendary examples... some spoke mere advices and some just gave the cool call -  ''Cuummmonnnn... !!'' all for me... for the good perhaps...but you know what.. ..??
'Reason' was attentive, 'Emotion' wasn’t ..!!!

         Time made us once draw hopeful images of a lovely dream in beaches of Life… but the tides named ‘Situations’ didn’t well approve of it and washed it all, the homo-sapiens sitting on the boat had nothing but to subdue perhaps trying to re-set life according the popular saying –“whatever happens is always for the better.”.. till one day that very wave brought in a shell of practicality… a place where you can happily treasure the ‘special cherished bond’ which possessed the power to give a tear and a smile as well…
 And decked up with mounds of contemplation here I am, with a upward concave curve in my lips…all set for a new journey … Already taken the first step and joined by you in the second in this difficult road of gutters and brakes, still looking forward to a wonderful journey with fingers crossed and yes I do assure you to be the most special friend to buy you a non-melting Cornetto of support and smile…. 

Promise korechilam na… “chirodin eibhabeii bondhu thakbo”??-… ...how can I break it re..??!!

**** Well well… “Why is this salty drop shimmering in your eyes for..?? Sad or Happy…what??”  angrily inquired ‘Reason’…
“Nothing… just the sweet call of ‘Ma’am’ somebody just uttered, which you will never understand..” answered ‘Emotion’.****