tumi ami kokhono oteeter shikaar kokhono bortomaaner...
kokhono oteet bortomaaney esey roktakto korey jae amader...
kichhu prem nilo ghrinaar chehara... kichhu ba roilo araaley...
kanna aar rokto nilo saagorer ruup... tatey bhalobasha duubtey thaakey...
aar amra boli... aha... ki chomotkaar surjasto dekhechho...?
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Sunday, January 16, 2011
রাইগার মর্টিস/ Rigor Mortis
এতটাই মৃত এতদিন ধরে, আমাকে আজ একলা বলা চলে...
এই অজীব শরীরে আজ আশাবাসী নয়, নিরাশাও নেই বলা চলে...
সুখ তো কোন ছাড়, আজ দুঃখও হাত ছেড়ে গেছে...
শুধু আয় ব্যয় হাড়-গোড়, বোধ একঘেয়ে রেখে গেছে...
অনিয়মে বেনিয়মে পার্থক্য মুছে গেছে মিছে রাতে...
হিসেব বেহিসেব মরণের কিই বা আসে যায় তাতে...
বিগ্রহে আগ্রহী নয়, অখাদ্য কুখাদ্য সবই সয় পিণ্ড'সম
তুমি ছিলে আছো নাকি কোনোদিনই ছিলেনা হৃদে মম
সবই অহেতুক সবই বৃথা কোনও কৌতুক অর্থহীন...
অন্তরপ্রবাসি আমি আজ অন্তঃরেতেই লীন...
এই অজীব শরীরে আজ আশাবাসী নয়, নিরাশাও নেই বলা চলে...
সুখ তো কোন ছাড়, আজ দুঃখও হাত ছেড়ে গেছে...
শুধু আয় ব্যয় হাড়-গোড়, বোধ একঘেয়ে রেখে গেছে...
অনিয়মে বেনিয়মে পার্থক্য মুছে গেছে মিছে রাতে...
হিসেব বেহিসেব মরণের কিই বা আসে যায় তাতে...
বিগ্রহে আগ্রহী নয়, অখাদ্য কুখাদ্য সবই সয় পিণ্ড'সম
তুমি ছিলে আছো নাকি কোনোদিনই ছিলেনা হৃদে মম
সবই অহেতুক সবই বৃথা কোনও কৌতুক অর্থহীন...
অন্তরপ্রবাসি আমি আজ অন্তঃরেতেই লীন...
Saturday, July 3, 2010
bhalobasha bhalobasha
explain worry, explain pain my friend...
all day and night you cherish something...
explain the meaning of that love my friend...
is that love just another form of suffering?
isn't love nothing but tears? isn't it misery in disguise?
explain how one finds joy from this reason for pain...
after all for me all is nice... all is new and all is clean...
the sky is blue and the garden is green...
the moon shines bright and the flowers so soft...
all is so much like me...
they live to laugh, they love to sing...
they want to laugh and play till the end...
never heard of pain, no knowledge of tears...
no idea of blissful suffering...
the flower drops off with a smile...
the moonlight smiles away into the night...
the stars of night full of joy, fades away into morning sun...
who else can be as happy as me...
i'll share this joy with you my friend,
happy songs from my happy heart...
offering bliss to your suffering soul...
if everyday is a day of sorrow...
why not be happy for a single day...
why not forget all sufferings for once...
and sing and dance in joy and fun?
what is worry.. what is worry then my friend...
the love that you speak of day and night...
that love is nothing but pain...
all day and night you cherish something...
explain the meaning of that love my friend...
is that love just another form of suffering?
isn't love nothing but tears? isn't it misery in disguise?
explain how one finds joy from this reason for pain...
after all for me all is nice... all is new and all is clean...
the sky is blue and the garden is green...
the moon shines bright and the flowers so soft...
all is so much like me...
they live to laugh, they love to sing...
they want to laugh and play till the end...
never heard of pain, no knowledge of tears...
no idea of blissful suffering...
the flower drops off with a smile...
the moonlight smiles away into the night...
the stars of night full of joy, fades away into morning sun...
who else can be as happy as me...
i'll share this joy with you my friend,
happy songs from my happy heart...
offering bliss to your suffering soul...
if everyday is a day of sorrow...
why not be happy for a single day...
why not forget all sufferings for once...
and sing and dance in joy and fun?
what is worry.. what is worry then my friend...
the love that you speak of day and night...
that love is nothing but pain...
Saturday, February 27, 2010
'will go away leaving behind trails of charcoal and destruction...
if i get love...
'will leave for wherever i wish, wherever my heart guides me...
if i get love... why should i have milk pudding pie...?
'will take with love whatever is thrown at me...
if i get love i will shed all my admired attire...
and jump and run in the loving sun...
if i get love, i know everything is possible...
but if i do not... will i be this dumb?
if i do not get love, will my days be like this...
life of a thief... or that of war cries... or detached...?
only love knows... how much i long for love...
"Choturdoshpodi Kobitaboli"
Shokti Chattopadhyay
bhabanubad
KaushiQ
Monday, January 11, 2010
Ohetuk...
Okaron ... tobu aaj bhalo laagchhey... maaney nei gaaney tobu suur chhnuuey jaak praaney... keu saathey nei aaj tobu bhalobaschhi... joto choley jao duurey toto kaachhey aaschhi... ghum nei chokhey... raat kaachhey daakchhey...
chokhey nei aalo... kaar chokhey chokh raakhi... mon sada kaalo... tomakey rongey aankchhi...
chokhey nei aalo... kaar chokhey chokh raakhi... mon sada kaalo... tomakey rongey aankchhi...
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Hyabra Jyabra!
it is now critical day by day questions eat brain hate and why when how long how far how much tension torture issues trivial lonely busy happy waiting tired sleepy exhausted dreams fun love alarms... shit!
aajkaal udashin ochena ami ak osojhyo byatha chapa thakey bukey mukhey thak haashi ar bhalobashabashi seto kobekar kotha jeno bhuley jaoa pothey ghureyfirey aashaa raatjaaga bhorey hasyokor biroher gaaney kaaney iPod ar pithey bosha chhuri tolomolo chola sei chena chena goli sei shona shona gola hotash telephone saathey dhoaan otha cha aar neri kukurer dol tader chhunrey deoa nero biskooter kucho ghasey porey thakey aar sisirer moto chokhey shukiye gachhey jol tai bhabo bhalo achhi tai bhabi bhalo thaako...
aajkaal udashin ochena ami ak osojhyo byatha chapa thakey bukey mukhey thak haashi ar bhalobashabashi seto kobekar kotha jeno bhuley jaoa pothey ghureyfirey aashaa raatjaaga bhorey hasyokor biroher gaaney kaaney iPod ar pithey bosha chhuri tolomolo chola sei chena chena goli sei shona shona gola hotash telephone saathey dhoaan otha cha aar neri kukurer dol tader chhunrey deoa nero biskooter kucho ghasey porey thakey aar sisirer moto chokhey shukiye gachhey jol tai bhabo bhalo achhi tai bhabi bhalo thaako...
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Raja...
"Suntanned Red Brick on top of that...
Foolscapped King merrily sat...
With Pocketful of Fried Peanuts...
Eating..spitting... eating spitting...
(Thus...) Slim King not becoming Fat..."
-Suku-ke-Maar
Foolscapped King merrily sat...
With Pocketful of Fried Peanuts...
Eating..spitting... eating spitting...
(Thus...) Slim King not becoming Fat..."
-Suku-ke-Maar
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