stranded..

. "i actually broke into pieces.. and picking up those pieces was the toughest job to stand upright again. Nothing seem to matter anymore.. neither your smile.. nor your hatred.. nor your anger or your well being",.. thought the stranded girl .. after being tortured and left alone to fend for herself. She looked up to her new born baby daughter .. and felt the stab deep inside.. the curse of being a woman.

বয়েস তা একটুও বদলায়নি

হঠাত করে বড় হয়ে গিয়ে দেখলাম -
চারিদিকে সব সম্পর্ক গুলো 
কেমন এক generation এগিয়ে গেলো..
আয়নায় মুখ টাতেও কেমন গুরু গম্ভীর ভাব |
অথচ মনের বয়েস কি আদৌ বদলালো.. 
 সেই তো হাত পা নেড়ে গান গাইতে
নেচে নেচে দোদুল দুলতে
সবই তো ভালো লাগে ..
ভোরের সূর্য রাতের আকাশ নতুন আলোয় ভরে ..
না না মনের বয়েস তা একটুও বদলায়নি |

your forever harm

destiny cared too much..
holding my hands in calm serene..
i wish id go on forever
basking in the lovely green..
then came the bulldozers and the crane
digging me up in disdain
but destiny shared his wisdom charm
tis better to love and lost
than carrying your forever harm..

'v' for 'vendetta'

..in the folds of day to day life you are always startled by its unexpected frivolities especially with a heart rendering .. serious topic called 'falling in love'.. amen.. jokes apart.. when will i be serious.. cried the agony collaged face behind the mask... atlast .. she understood 'v' for 'vendetta'...

বাঁচবে সবাই

ছোট্ট পাখিটি গাছের ডালে
ফুরফুরিয়ে ভীষণ খেলে ..
আমরা হলাম হতাশ শ্রোতা
পাশ ফিরলেই ভীষণ ব্যথা ..
খিলখিলিয়ে মুগ্ধ নয়ন
বাচ্চা মেয়েটির ভীষণ আপন ..
চোখ ফিরালেই অশ্রু জল
লাগছে বুড়োর আসছে ঢল..
আপন মনে গেয়ে বেড়াই
তুমিও জেনো বাঁচবে সবাই..

barren tree

.. "it hurts, because it mattered", cried the falling autumn leaf.. "never mind , it will be spring again" .. echoed the prickly twig.. "new leaves adorn thee", birds with tweeting spree.. "I'v blossomed once again", said the barren tree..

outcries behind the mask

.. outcries behind the mask.. exclaimed the author behind his books of wisdom.. am i really to judge who or where the humanity is taking its course.. his hands stained in red crimson .. trying to alienate the difference between hatred and apathy.. lying in front of him in a pool of blood his only beloved.. for once he dint even think twice before wearing the mask again .. his own burnt face hiding in disgrace.. is this true or all in a dream....

she was his.. his possession absolutely..

.. and then he pulled up his sagging chin and thought for a second.. i wish i could cry like that little boy who broke his favourite toy carelessly.. as he saw his life's love walk pass by the shadows of wilderness.. hugging tightly the divorce papers in her hands.. relieved from his tyranny.. but did she ever ask why.. why he was absolutely mad at her for every silliness.. because.. because he believed that she was his.. his possession absolutely..

তোর্ গলাটা তো শুনতে পাই না

এত এত ভালো লাগার মাঝে তোর্ গলাটা তো শুনতে পাই না
কেন ভুলে গেলি আমাদের পথ চলা
আমাদের হেসে হেসে কথা বলা..
ভুলটা তোর্ ও হয়েছিল আমারো
তবুওতো ফিরে ফিরে আসি আবারো ..
যত দুরে থাক ভালো থাক তুই
হিসেবের খাতা খুলে বসে রই ..
একবার যদি নিয়মের চাকা
বদলায়ে আমাদের হিসেবের খাতা ..
দেখবি চোখের জল ফেলেছিস যেমন তুই
আমারো চোখের জল শুকিয়েছে ওই ....

die inside and maybe .. be born again

.. yess ..you do live and re-live in this one birth..die inside and maybe .. be born again..if...... the chiseled face thought for a moment.. the emotional death hails the departure of a cherished companionship.. laughter and skirmishes.. a roller coaster ride of heaven and hell.. why not once i ever thought of gliding my feet in her shoes.. just to realise if it felt tightly on her feet or not.. was she gutted in her claustrophobic hell.. why did i just think of myself.. a tear rolled on his cheeks.. but she too dint ever think of the kind of hell i was in... watching her being shared everyday in her being.. having no time for our companionship...

a journey that goes from no-where to everywhere...

.. and it dawned on me that we can be friends forever or just companions for a brief journey.. crossing each other in our life's path..no more pain in accepting the inevitable truth.. the journey that goes from nowhere to everywhere..a sigh and a laugh.. a smile and a caress that means a world to the crying pain.. a shoulder to recess.. like two shooting starts going parallel yet never to meet... in destiny.. but only briefly crossing each other...

bottomless pit

.. it felt like a bottomless pit when she stood unabashed hugging the little girl in her crying out in pain.. spitting out the dark memories still playing havoc in her being.. in her emotions .. in her body..touched and abused by the ugly nails.. cries from a distant memory still stabbing the soft curves.. she consoled the little girl .. blurted out the hatred.. felt eternal peace .. cradled by the strong embrace... hugged for eternity...

কবে আমার বন্ধু হবে

..কবে তুমি আমার বন্ধু হবে.. যেখানে পৃথিবীর কোনো কিছুই আর কোনো মানে রাখবে না.. সুধু তোমার আমার হাতে হাত রেখে পথ চলাই মানে রাখবে আমাদের কাছে.. কবে আমরা এরকম বন্ধু হবো..

কবে তুমি আমার বন্ধু হবে...

..কবে তুমি আমার বন্ধু হবে.. যেখানে পৃথিবীর কোনো কিছুই আর কোনো মানে রাখবে না.. সুধু তোমার আমার হাতে হাত রেখে পথ চলাই মানে রাখবে আমাদের কাছে.. কবে আমরা এরকম বন্ধু হবো..

our marriage

.. it has been twenty nine years we share our social lineage by virtue of our marriage .. marriage that is witness to our graying hairs and grown up children.. now in your gasping bosom and tubes and needles i stand witness of our parting.. however much the heart cries.. i earned my freedom.. the freedom which every moment i wished in all these years.. a drop of tear roll down my left eye.. now at this moment i realise i needed you so much...

.. detachment is not that you should own nothing.. but that nothing should own you...

Still

.. from the moment it all started he gave way to only one desire.. to touch her impetuous passion for life.. her unbridled wishfulness for life that made him stand naked facing his own unattained desires.. he held his hand in front imagining his hand on hers.. pulling forward and running through the idiosyncrasies of life.. protecting and sheltering her in his sanctuary... she felt the sharp pain in her bosom.. the little broken child in her cried out.. but the poise and composure of the strong independent woman stood still, calm and unaltered...

sixteen years...

.. he callously waited for her.. he was nervous. he bit his upper lip, stared at his right palm and sipped at the coffee mug that went cold..probably analysing the wrinkles on his hand that made time stand apart.. for him life just stood there from the moment they parted.. he never looked into the mirror .. never counted his graying hairs.. his graying bosom where she rubbed her nose..in this old coffee shop where they once chatted endlessly making time wait hour after hour .. he waited now in intense desire from the moment of her call... its been sixteen years and he waited endlessly since then that she might call.. but, why dint he?.. ...

আমায় তুই ভালোবেসে যেতেই থাক...

হঠাত করেই একদিন 
পাঁচশোটা ভুলের মাঝে..
একটা নিষ্পাপ ঠিক-
ঠিক পাকা আমের মত
টপকে ঝুলিতে পরলো...
কে যেন কবে হাঁক পেরেছিল
আমার নাম ধরে ..
চিত্কার করে
বেসুরো গেয়ে
গালে এক হামি দিয়ে ..
বেলা পরে যায়
তেতুল গাছ তলায়
ভূত দেখার ভয়
থমকে দাড়ায়..
একরাশ প্রেম
হাত গোচ করে
আঁচলায়ে বয়ে..
ভিজে গায়ে বসে
ফাল্গুন মাসে
তুমি আমি ছাদনাতলায়..
বেশ আদরের
বর কনে সাজে
আবার উলুধ্হনি
প্রকৃতির মাঝে
রাঙ্গা মুখ খানি
অসম্ভব লাজে
একবার বল
অনেক পথ হাটার ফল..
একটু উঁকি এদিকেতেই বাক
আমায় তুই
ভালোবেসে যেতেই থাক...