Aar Ekbar Ki Phire Asha Jaye Na....

Aar konodin tomake keu bhyangabe na. Amogh shotyi mithye kore shudhu ekbar phire esho na, shudhu ekbarer jonnyo. Koyekdin aage tumi T.V te bolchhile je Rabindranath er mrityur por tini kerokom manusher mathar opor diye, manusher dheu e bhashte bhashte chole gelen. Tumi byapartake onnyo rokom bhabe dekhhechhile.... tumio ki tayi chheyechhile? Tai shoto shoto manusher hate hate shesh jatraye pari diley. Etar kono darkar chhilo na! Tumi churanto exhibitionist! Sheshe tao ki dekhiye chharle! Eta keno korle....

Twilight Bed

Burnt orange blossom,

An image of autumnal desire.

What colour! What form!

Here it lies placid on the twilight bed.

Fragrance of forgotten days, odour of

a day about to cry.

Come, find a word - a broken word for the bloom

Throw it to the hungry crow;

And see its beak glisten with orange pity,

Mourning the slow death of an asthmatic sun(?)

Petal white, Eternal sage and Mist

Why was i at a loss while deciding what colours i wanted? I loved Neptune's Jewel, i yearned for lime green and i could have cried for soft lavender. But no, one must not be sentimental, never should one betray his/her emotions to others.One has to be tough, strong, a brave heart, a man of few words, a wise one, someone who can take charge of the situation, someone who protects others, makes the weaklings feel secure, one whose hands are at once strong and tender... My choice is made- petal white, eternal sage and mist... Have i found you yet?

Bidis.

Krishnakoli disappeared from my view. The same thing has happened before. Like other times, i saw her cross the road but couldn't see her reach the other end. I have never spoken to her because i have had nothing to do with her. My interest in her stemmed from the day i saw her linger outside the very first of rooms. To describe her looks seems unnecessary but again i cannot resist the urge to do that as well. Yes, she is dark , with darker eyes that really do and(did) enchant people. To me she is both Surodhoni mashi who made bidis and Krishnakoli. But it is not advisable to mix them up, one mustn't do that. Krishnakoli used to sit on the chaad wearing a white dress, beside the ugly water tank.Surodhoni mashi could never do that. Krishnakoli smokes , Suro mashi doesn't. She made people smoke by making bidis. I do not know what has happened to Suromashi. I do not know what Krishnakoli thinks. The only thing i can do is see her.........from a distance though. I feel sad for Krishnakoli. I couldn't give her one of Suromashi's bidis.

Debosruti Berake.

Debosruti Bera, path cholte giye hothat tomar songe dekha/ "Dekha thik jodio noye/Karan tomar songe amar jothsamanya porichoy/Tobuo "dekha shune jodi abak lage/Golpota bolbo, ektu bhonita kori aage?

Amar theke dosh pa dure dnariyechile/Songe kara? Ma aar dida bujhi?/Kintu tomar pashe aami keno anyo chhaya khuji?/Oi toh shey athaba tara tomar pechhone aar pashe/Haargile chhaipana korun hashi hanshe.

Aaj oder kotha bolbo bolei bosha/Kintu tar aage kichhu tomar kothai boli/Hath diye shorai puru poli/Oder diyei tomar shorir gora/Dekhte ki pao patar moto oder jhore pora?

Shalta chilo unnishho pochanobboi/Tumi, aami dujonei class two -e/Ghotomaboli tatka,jayni kichhui dhuye/Bari firechhi khataye lal dagh niye/Rakta barno chokh shashiye bollo "eki, ki e?"

Hotash hoye proshno koren tini/ Tui i bujhi bokar shiromoni?/Shorol bishwash bole,"ami noi ko bokar shera/ Aamar thekeo opore aache Debosruti Bera.

Boka bolei janto shobai toke/Shey kotha bujhte ki tomaro chhilo baki?/Chhayamanusher panjorer tola diye tai aajo cheye thaki/ Paltayni ekyuo shei mukhta/Wrishipratim, shanto naki gorutulyo nirbodh chokhta?

Rong pencil chhiniye nito, chul dhore dito tene/Mone achhe, kokhono kichhu boloni oder/Chareni tao, uttocto koreche dher/Golaye jhuliye water bottle neel/Tumi shudhui dekhte amogh chil.

Mukhe lagto adbhut ek hashi/Bole uthto keu "bhabla, handaram, istoopid/Dole nito na keu, bolto,"tui to ekta kid"./Kid mane chhagol chhana/Kyablamoni tao jano na?

Aami shudhu dekhtam, boltam na kichhu/Karon jani na, athoba asposhto/Shudhu megher chhayar moto neel koshto/Kokhono kantto aakibuki/ Lukochuri khele kokhono boltoh "tukee"!

Aaj onek shondhya pore aabar dekhte pelam/Tader niye dariye achho dosh pa dure/Kshoniker jonyo mone holo chaka gechhe ghure/Kintu tah to hobar noye/Amulok, mithye amar asha athoba bhoye!

Tomar pash diyei ekjon egiye elo/ Asthishar babajibon, elen dhore roop/Fyakashe golapi thote angul chuiye bolten jini"choop"/Amio deri korini ghuriye nilem mukh/Shabdhane, oti shontorpone, na hoye bhoolchuk!

Ami besh jani e tomar karshaji/ Hargile chayaguloke baniyechho paji/ Tai to tara jar tar roop dhore/Berachhe ashomoye ei chottore chore.

Golpota jodi shuntei chao oto fondi keno bapu!/Esho, bosho, panjorer tolaye rakho chokh/Dekhbe aste aste kete berobe nirmok/Beshi din ager noi ,tin bochhori holo/Tobu mone hoye onek kak er majhei mara gelo.

Jheeler jole porechhe shobe bheja shobuj alo/Shiri diye uthchi tokhon, lens holo kali/Chokher samne mele dilo alo chhayar jali.

Sommohon, jor naki dhulomakha chilekotha/Ki chilo mone ajo noye obogoto/Shudhu neelche chhai ghore, ghure morechhi koto.

Hothati tader mithye dekha payi gonomadhyame/Rugno kaker sleshma buke jome/Keno pathale Debodruti oder amar kachhe?/Jante chao manush ki kore kanta kheye banche?/Uthpakhi, byang aar khokkoshe gaan gaye?/Teebro teto shobuj nodi paar korte giye/Doob diye elam kichhu amogh nuri niye.

Tomar panjorshar chhayara jodi abar beporoya hoy/Kore bina anumotite hostokhep/Tobe jene rekho tader dike korbo nuri nikhep!/Chelemanush, aalochhaya, chhai lense aar kaali/Tyag korechhi shobi, perechi shokolke gaali.

Bhabchho kara era, kothakar kon nuri?/ Ardhosomapto chayarai aaj calcified hoye/Jabe tomader birudhhe astro hoye roye/ Gobheer ashukh amar pashe thake/Aarchokhe dekhe, biralrupi ashomoye boshe achhe rocke.

Aparthib

Neemronga roddur, shunshan dupur aar modhyoratre oder byastota. Ghore ferar hashi, relgarir banshi aar sorbotro sei chokh. Hatir pithe kore aparthib anandoder niye ashcho. Dheere ,dheere esho, bhalo lagata eto teebro kore tulecho je puro swatta tai bilupto hoye jete pare. Eto obornoniyo, eto adhibhoutik, eto jagotbohirbhuto ei anando je er teebrota shukhanubhuti aar bedonabodh ke ekakar kore diyechhe.

Immaterial.

It is shapeless, has no mass , u could almost call it bayobiyo ie, made of air. But even air is a mixture of various gasses, gasses which have some elemental properties, constituted of atoms, molecules etc. I do not know what constitutes it. But can't you feel it? I do not hope to receive an answer but nevertheless i ask , i ask myself. I have seen it wait , wait for hours for a certain slightly bluish grey or brownblack staircase. It is weightless , it is no matter at all. So it faces no obstacles when it tries to cross the threshold of the door. You may not see or feel it but it does linger beside your table,stroke your eyelids gently and finally gets absorbed by the walls. I have seen some of you trying to trace its source. Did you really feel its presence or were you just guessing or better still, searching? The quest is meaningless, it has nothing to offer.That is the reason why u see dull quinine white stare back at you. Not only have i seen it enter that room but also i have been witness to its proximity to terracotta coloured rectangles. With extreme, almost enviable ease it landed on the slope and spread itself softly along the diagonals. You will never want to taste it of course. You can't, can u?Its immaterial, made of moonbeam stuff,undefined or in other words infinity. But for unidentified reasons i have begun to believe that it is salty, irredeemably salty.