I procrastinate, therefore I am.

I procrastinate, therefore I am.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Gu(chh)iye Rekho

dekhar baki onek ki(chh)u.

tai daine-baye opor-nichu

du-chokh bhore dekho.

khali hater ghori, porar kapor,

ar (chh)oto-boro buker pathor

thik  jaygay rekho.


gu(chh)iye rekho nijer ghorer

jinish-gulo jothasthane -

kokhon kono kajer ki(chh)u

hariye na jay oshabdhane.

obohelay hario na

ekti (chh)oto binduke -

ajke pawa shokal-bela

kalke sritir shinduke.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Cholte Thakuk

jama-kapor, table-chair, porar boi-khata,

sheet-er bhorer halka aloy abc(hh)aya Kolkata,

ratri-belar shopno ar dupur-belar ghum,

mishti kichu bishonnota - ekanto nijjhum,

ghasher opor kath-berali, mathar opor chhad,

mape mape shirir dhape jirno oboshad -

jamon ache temni thakuk, onno kichu chai na,

onno kichu pai ba na pai - ektuku bhoy pai na.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Shunnota

shunnota shunnota.

khali ek shunnota

ghire thake

ake-bake

fake-fokore;

ami take

tai niy apon kore.



ek-kale kotha chilo - aj kotha nei.

keu bujhi koreche churi.

ek-kale mane chilo. aj mane nei -

kono kichhuri.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Phire dekha

jokhon college-e portam,

bhebe-chilam sharata jibon

college-ei kete jabe.

college kete geche -

jibon theme thake ni.



shohor-er olite-golite,

shohor-tolite

ghurechi.

kokhono obbyartho lokhho-bhed.

kokhono andaje dhil chhrechi.

kokhono egiyechi.

kokhono giyechi theme.

kokhono korechi bhul

porinoti na jene.



odekha roye geche ordhek prithibi,

nil josna-r alo,

r bhobhi-shhot.

baki ache poth -

tai brishtir chhat

ajo gaye eshe lage.



ajo teshta pai. 

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Obokash

Phire esho raater akash

Shonge niye ghoom,

Hariye jaoa obokash

Maf koro shat-khoon.



Louki-kotar bya-korone,

Nitto kola-hole -

Klanto lage mone,

Tobu shobai kotha bole.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Ek-gheyemi

jibon jeno ekta boring class,

porar khatai aki-buki,

jam-e atke thaka bus.

sokal-belay eki roder aloy

eki chayer cup,

eki bajar, eki office,

eki kajer chap.

shondhe-belar ek-gheyemi -

bari pherar rasta chini,

chini ghorir kata;

tai protidin niyom kore

eki pothe hata.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Baire Dekho

abol-tabol chinta joto

korcho khali kukhhi-goto;

ar shomoy jachhe chole -

nitto-notun praner joyar

ganer kotha bole.



koto hajar bhanga gora,

bachar jonne lorai kora,

ar mrittu, obokhhoy -

dekhte hole baire dekho,

moner bhetor noy.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Ekti Premer Kobita

karur chokhe premer rong neel,

karur chokhe bhorer akash lal,

nikhoj tobu din-bodoler chil,

nikhoj shedin, tarikh ebong shal.



je (chh)eleta payni oboshor,

bashon maje shosta hotel-tate,

je meyeta ottachar-er ghor

bhangte cheye ekla kade rate,

jante cheye kemon a(chh)e tara

korechilam ekta SMS,

aj obdhi paini kono shara,

phone-e tader outgoing shesh.



shamne tader amar sharthopor

ei prithibir shunno premer gan,

lojja dhake sokol arombor -

(chh)onde badha kobitar shomman.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Mane khuji na

boyosh bere(chh)e.


boyosh bere(chh)e, kome(chh)e mathar chul.

baire dekhe(chh)i - kichu thik, kichu bhul.

dekhe(chh)i shohor, dekhini-to gram,

premer chithir hariye(chh)i kham,

shuke(chh)i gondho manush-er gham,

jotne lukono sriti.

purono diner jayga niye(chh)e

notun poristhiti.


kichu poth jay shoja-shuji na,

kichu kotha bujhi, jeta bujhi na

(chh)ere dite jani, mane khuji na -

jai hok, tai soi.

okaron ei lomba pothei

tobu ami cholboi.

Monday, March 26, 2012

(Chh)ota

ছুটেছিলাম  ধরব  বলে  রাজপুত্রের  রথ --

ঝাপসা  হলো  চোখের  পাতা,  ঝাপসা  হলো  পথ।

ছুটেছিলাম  ধরব  বলে  দশটা-পাঁচের  বাস --

স্কুল-কলেজ-অফিস  জুড়ে  ছোটার  ইতিহাস।



ফেলে  আসা  সময়গুলো  ছোটার  মানে  জানত;

অনেকটা  পথ  পেরিয়ে  এসে  এখন  তারা  ক্লান্ত।

বিকেলবেলার  মিষ্টি  রোদে  কাটবে  বাকি  দিনটা --

হারিয়ে  গেছে  অতীত,  আর  ভবিষ্যতের  চিন্তা।।

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Bachte ichhe kore

amar lekha shobdo-gulor

ochena ek shurer opekhhay,

rasta-ghate shomoy kate -

ar manush hete jay.


bishad ache diner aloy,

kanna ache jhore,

ar agun ache - eshob niyei

bachte ichhe kore.


taito ajo shunil-shokti ch(h)onde,

ajo amar rabindranath, amar jibon-anonde

uthch(h)e neche ochena bish-shoy -

taito ajo bachte ichhe hoy.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Bidghute Chora

bhalo-basha-hin byartho shedin ketechilo tar jonno -

raat-jaga joto kobitar khoto ghumiye chilo bishonno.

shei din tar obadhhotar mullo chokay aj -

bortoman-er ganer bhetor korche otit raj.

shei gan tai bar bar gai - hoyna tobuo purono

jontrona phike, snigdho bikel belar shanti kurono.

rastar more shorgol kore moyla phelar gari -

jonjal niye royeche dariye, shomoy teneche dari.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Ekla

ekla kichu obhimaner shari -

tader niyei amar choto bari.

barir bhetor nijer kolponake

shongi kore khujechilam jake,

nirud-deshe paliye geche se je -

paliye geche hajar noro-nari.


ajke dekhi ekla alor rode

porche chaya amar jibon-bodhe -

shiri beye otha ebong pora,

chotto-belar rong-beronger chora,

sharthopor kanna ebong prem -

gorje othe probol protishodhe.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Nagorik

udashi bishad makha amar shohorer pothe ghate

ajo dhulo ore, horn baje, taxi bhara khate.

ar onek dure - prithibir onno prante,

akasher shunnota ghera gopone ojante

bhetorer kobita-gulo shukiye jai -

byartho shopne ranga obo-chetonai.

mone pore otiter boi-shakhi jhore

megher natokiyo songlap;

mone pore purir shomudrer pare

balir opor payer ch(h)ap.


nobin adhunikotai amar shohorer pothe ghate

ajo jiboner roll-call-e chele-meyera class kate.

ektu, ektu, ektu kore egiye chole dom deoa ghori -

dishahin, shadhin nagorik.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Itihash

jani na se kon juge kono ek jon

akash-er dike cheye dekhechilo tara -

korechilo proshno bish-shito mon,

tobu paini shara.

keu mone rakhe ni - kono ek din

brishti-te bhijechilo shishu-der dol,

tulechilo buno phool, korechilo khela,

onabil anonde ghetechilo jol.

hajar bochor age kono ek chele,

paliye gechilo jani shob kichu phele -

kedechilo kono ek prem raat-bhor.

aro jani ekdin kono ek chor

churi kore niyechilo jiboner khide

kono ek peter taro-nai.

tarpore shomoy hete jai shidhe,

ar itihash thomke darai.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Kobita mane

kobita mane ekti meyeke khoja -

tar hate boi, chokhe shopno

ar chuler khopai kolom goja.

se nijer moto

chakhte chai jibon-take,

othocho onuddhoto.


se bhirer majheo eka.

tobu ekla hote bhoi nei tar,

nei Victorian noitikota.

ache shadhinotar ch(h)ap,

ar shomoy bhule adda marar

shakhhi coffee-r cup.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Pochish

oshomoy-e okaron

chuto-chuti, bhulo mon;

bohu-din por -

cheye dekhi kete gelo

pochish bochor.


shur kate, kate shur -

eight B, shibpur,

kate Tintin;

khela khela, dhulo dhulo -

school-er tiffin.


asha jaoa, jaoa asha,

kate bhalo, kate basha,

kolahol bhir;

pushe rakha obhi-man -

chin-er prachir.


jabo hete, hete jabo -

shada-mata, obhi-nobo

prithibi-r book-e;

anonde, hotashai -

proshonno mukhe.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Footpath

amar

mon-kharap kore na ar.

footpath-e shoa loktar kache

rakha ache

amar dukhho-gulo.

amar byartho-prem ar sharthopor bishonnota

lamp-post er holde aloi mishe thake;

alokito kore raater kolkata-ke.

amar kanna-bheja nordomar jol,

loktar molin jama ar poka-dhora kombol -

ei to jibon!

sheet-er footpath-e kuashar chumbon;

nepothho-shongeet mosha-der gaan,

pasher bari theke bheshe asha TV-r awaj,

ar Shahrukh Khan.


janina

kal shurjo uthbe kina.

shudhu jani ebhabei kete jabe raat.

ghumonto shohorer nidarun shonghat

roye jabe obbokto,

ar moshara kheye jabe loktar rokto.


er porer khobor

biggapon-er por.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

A Poem by Emily Bronte

There are times when I come across a hitherto unknown poem that captivates my mind, and I am left numb on reading it out loud. Yesterday was such an occasion as I chanced upon the following poem by Emily Bronte.



The Old Stoic

Riches I hold in light esteem,

And Love I laugh to scorn;

And lust of fame was but a dream

That vanish'd with the morn:

And, if I pray, the only prayer

That moves my lips for me

Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear,

And give me liberty!'

Yes, as my swift days near their goal,

'Tis all that I implore:

In life and death a chainless soul,

With courage to endure.