jaara swapno dekhi ((March 2010))

Mon’er saathe ekka dokka

Kanamaachhi aaj’o-

Aaj’o aabar lukochuri

Nijer aalo chhaya’e-

Chhayamakha chilekoTha

Gopon shwaase bhaari-

Bhaari mon’er bojha aaj’o

Sei baalishei naame-

Naame megh’er upor choRe

Swapne dekha ghOr-

ghOr’er maajhe holud shaaRi

laal paaRer Dheu-

Dheu na eleo bhese jaabo

aagol-bhangaa bhor’e-

bhor’er ghum’e aankRe dhore

khOR’er kuTo’r mon-

mon khule aaj bhaasiye dilaam

ekla ghOr’er raat  ~~

brishTir khNoje (july 2009)

BrishTi, aabar tokei khNuji

Meghmollar aakash juRe-

BrishTi taanpura-r sur-e,

Anekdin-er jomaano bhoy

Pagla hawa-e haraay dur-e!

BrishTi toke soi kore aaj

Mon-er kotha bolte ki laaj?

(Aay) aamra dujon aaRal khNuje

Haraai praan-er oi sabuj-e!

BrishTi tokei bolte paari-

Barebaarei keno haari!

tor aashaR-shaarbon du-chokh bhore

aamar baromasya jhore!

a poem (Jan 2010)

asfuuT

Hemanter nibiR sandhya-e

Shukno laal maaTi

Bhijechhilo tomaar maya-joRaano abhimaan-e

Debdaaru-r jhora paata

Hesechhilo tomaar onaabil aabdaare

Kono ek baaul-er miThe sur

joRiye dhorechhilo tomakeo amaakeo..

tumi ki bhaabchhile

jaana hayni..

aami ki chaichhilam

bola hayni..

na-bola kotha-r dol

asfuuT sohaag mekhe

mukh lukiyechhilo lojja –e

ghum bhenGe dekhi

debdaaru-tola-e shuye aachhi

bhor-er laalima chhNuye aachhe mon..

esechhile?

Naki aabar swapno dekhlaam !

Celebration of World Poetry Day March-April 2010 in Kobita Point

There were wonderful tributes by my extremely talented friends. Let me share some of them with you~


Kobita Maane Ki?
By Rajat Subhra Banerjee(our dear Harida)


kobita maane podyo,
khanik durbodhyo, tai onobodyo.

taar thaake chhondo,
"taale-gole dwondo, olpo pochhondo!"

aar thaake mil,
er sheshe 'nil', to or sheshe 'chil'.

aar thaake ortho,
"perek-er chaape keno hoy eto gorto."

aar thaake chhotro,
mil-e mil-e, chhondete, jotro o totro.

aar thaake dNaRi,
tai tei shesh, tar pore aaRi.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~




Tribute by Beasdi (Beas Bhattacharya)


Entwined fingers
Grasps the foggy,empty glass;
Dim muted light,
Itches a worn out face,
One tired glance;
Emotions pours,staggers,
exhausted and spent;
Into nothingness they breath.

Once again ,
For the uptemth time
i play with words,
Fragile,frivolous;
Yet truer than my being.

Come my dear friend,
Poets of troubled times,
Pour me another drink,
Lets celebrate,
This soltitude of utter darkness,
With no place to return;
Lets celebrate,
Life as it is,
As ever it will be,
Or not.
~~~~~~~~~

Aah, poetry

by Aayoti

It’s sadness on a page
Served with what is felt within;
It is thoughts and opinions
And all things there-in.
It’s escape from reality
And sometimes, the way back to it too-
It’s rhyming and not rhyming
(And that’s something anyone can do!)
It’s a wonderful thing
What a pen and paper can do;
It can make your hands write-type
Things you didn’t know could come to you!
It lets you vent out
In all ways you please,
So it’s but fair that you sit back and confess,
“Aah, poetry….”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Ode to Poetry
by Yours Truly

When tears shied away

From misting my eyes,

You were there

to wash my soul.

Love, loss, desires, pains

Secrets and sighs

Always had you

To rock me to peace

Many a sleepless night!

I have left myself alone

Many a time,

Only to find you embrace

My heart of hearts

Only to be led by you

To the morning dew

After every dark night,

Only to be kissed by you

On the forehead

To let me live!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bittersweet (November 2009)

You were my soulmate,

You were my greatest foe-

I showed you my roses,

I showed you my tears-

You gave me my dreams,

You dug up my fears.

I loved you-

I hated you,

I adored you-

I dreaded you,

I waited for you-

I despised you!

You were my solace,

You were my threat.

I wanted to sleep in your lap-

You told me how lonely I was!

You gave me death after each birth,

You showered life after each death.

You freed me-

You burdened me,

You were my blessing-

You saw me sin.

Today, we don’t meet each other-

You don’t kiss my face anymore.

O bittersweet night!

Even before you knock at my door,

Even before I hear your footsteps,

I sink into mindless slumber.

You escape into dawn without waking me up!

I had begged for this bliss, eternally!

Little did I know-

My heart has been stolen by my beloved foe!

Little did I know-

Someday, I would miss you so!!

Posting a poem written in December 2009

Anekdin-er jomiye rakha kotha

AaTke thaake konThonalite

Anek raat-er ghumiye thaaka byatha

Aashroy chaay hriday-dhamoni-te

Anek bhor-er adhek ghum-er sur

Baajte thaake mon-er gopon ghor-e

Anek sokal paaliye hoy dupur

Monkemon-er bou-kotha-kao sur-e

Anek bikel haat dhorte aase

Naam-na-jaana nibiR Thikana-e

Anek sondhye mukh lukiye thaake

Chokh-er jol-er korun doTanaa-e

Anek raat-e tomaar dekha paai

Ghum-er sathe lukochurir fNaake

Anekdin-er hariye felaa kotha

Peleo khnuje aaj, bolbe kaake?

I want to walk out

Whenever I have hated a job
I have written a "resignation letter",
Handed it to the boss,
And walked out of the premises
Forever...


Each time
I have felt a strange sense of
Freedom, despite
the uncertainties ahead--
Each time 
I have felt myself lucky
With a strange sense of pity
for the colleagues I have left behind
in those cubicles
Despite, the looming task at hand-
the task of looking for a job ..


I have prided myself 
at the thought that
"I do not endure nonsense"-
I have counted my blessings
as nobody depended on the money
I earned-
not even myself..


I am aching to feel 
the same surge of freedom-
The same sense of limitless abundance-
the same flood of joy-
I am aching to resign from life.
This cubicle is killing me-
I hate the scrip that 
has been written for me-
I want to scream and say-
I never wanted this!
Can I never have what I wanted?


I want to write
my final resignation
I want to hand it over to God,
I want to be polite and say,
"It was nice living this life"-
I want to walk out of the premises
my head held high-
light and cheerful!
I just pray,
He accepts my resignation-
for that, it is Him on whom
I have to depend!