Just a “Hello”

Yeah, yeah. I know I have not been here after the April National Poem Writing Month. Many of you have already forgotten me or have stopped to follow this blog. Few days back though during an update few of my untitled incomplete Bengali poems had got posted making me realized sometimes incomplete is the complete....

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DAMAGED MINTED HEART widow's dreams on sale hunters awake now [Take the Bold words and joined it with title, in the beginning or in the end--your choice, to get another line, and place it as per your choice in this poem.] ON Bread Ant [Put the ON as per your choice] Note: Title itself also...

Arya

Deep in the north she stand tall, with a smirk on her lips. Short her stature but still she stand tall and smiling amongst the ashes. Standing short is easy, not the tall that too with courage. In the halls, she had danced with needle as her father watched. She had seen the pigeons fly...

Thoughts Need to be Microwaved

Somewhere the atom has been split opened. Somewhere the police chasing the thieve on foot. Somewhere the leaves are falling. What're are you looking at? These are the thoughts one of which is needed to pick to start. Like the leftovers from the noon and from the day before Need to be microwaved In other...

Witch and Memories

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel, Juliet says. She smiled to put off the mascara; eyes needs to be wrinkled. She let her hair rolled down; touching her hips; grey they are. Audry whispers now is the time that face should form another. She looked at the mirror; she smiled, softly at...

Shallow (A Journey to Affection)

Beginning with love, we journey to affection. The dreams we hold are scattered in the breeze. The dreams we hold are scattered in the breeze That brushes our naked body entwined in each other. Entwined in each other's arm we lie there in the pale darkness, The street-light yellow painting the wall golden. The street-light...

April

Breathing together are the wind with the length of the day; The warmth of the past season is transpiring as the warm Of the evening, becoming lengthy by each passing eve. The skin fair has started to be tanned where the mid-day sun Touches; the naked unguarded portion of the body. Who is there to...

Stopping by the Words in the Odd Page

Searching for the proper verb I was out there amongst the words in the thesaurus, Bengali to English it was. Randomly I opened a page near to the intended Bengali alphabet, and got struck at another Bengali word, not a verb it is; a homographs; it was both a noun and an adverb-- depends on...

Sparrows

On the slab of my southern windows they sat and chirped Telling it's time, and we are here. They dance, they prance on the patterned grills-- grabbing the attention, you can say. They chirp, they dance letting the world know-- we are still here. Once, not long ago, they have disappeared just to return. They...

Intruders

Have you seen that. The painting with two women and a man. Yes. It's like a concert, that had been conducted once in a wealthy man chamber. Yes, it is call The Concert, some arts by a penniless painter named Vermeer. What are you doing? Taking a closer look? What do you see? That painting;...

A Walk Over the Living

Asleep few are hiding in the shades of the bridge that had ruin their homes. The awakening ones there roaming like a lion looking not for the hunt, but to mate. The man you see is not the man you're seeing; it's actually a reflection that you wished to see; the peeling of the mask...

At Thirty-One…

With a cigarette on the mouth, you dreamed of the world to be under your feet. Hsuan-tsang, Magellan, Livingstone, Colonel Suresh Biswas used to be there in your mind. The world, the journey, the unknowns used to attract you more than the tender loves and the addictions that your friends used to be submerged in....

Phoenix

A can be one; it can be a lot; it can be again used to denote the singular. Like he; no one remembered his birth name; everyone of the few who knows him came up with some good ol'names. Good man he was, they'll say. Fact is though Jack of all trade he was, they...

Lost Hymn and Hibiscus

To My Dida (Gran'ma)... The plot is there but the house had been rebuilt. No one chant hundred and eight names of Krishna rounding the house anymore in the morning; and collect flowers for the morning puja. The plants are there maybe; last time I saw them, I touched them was two years ago. They...

The Crow on the Railing

When I was kid at the school I saw, one day, a body wrapped in woolen rug Lying by the side of the road just down the bridge where I used to take turn to my home. There was a body we, me and my friends, know very well. But, we don't know what would...

I Found in the Narrow Wooden Chest (‘fore Carpenter Taken It Away)

(In the bottom drawer,) The saucepan, burnt and without a handle, medium in size. The age old muffler, brown, belonging to my father, I never came to know. The winter clothes, sweaters and woolen shirts and t-shirts, those I'll never wear again. The kantha or baby-wrapping clothes made from an old sharee of Ma; belonging...

Eighteenth Evening

Scene: The chamber of King Dhritarashtra is dimly lightened as he sat on his throne (asanas) in silent. He was silent and lost. Sanjay his charioteer and adviser is only with him. He is standing at the windows of the chamber and looking over the vast expanse of exterior of Hastinapur. The Battle of Kurukshetra...

It or Eat: Bacon to Lost Weights

For more than a year, my fiance asking me to lose it in my ears. The wetty (is it weighty) extras seems to be a lead, not letting me to lead to loose. Exercising her right of love, she let me to exercise every morning-- Adjusting my time to write, Making my drowsiness of the...

Cursed

Dedicated to Bram Stoker... -- when the sky will be silver, and the mango tree will suspire the breeze, that's when I'll come to you like the ebb tide touches the bank, dry, on the full moon with passion. a nomad I've been for so many centuries; hiding and surviving anyhow and now I'm going...

Moonshined

Somewhere, over the horizon where the cranes fly to, we'll meet there You had said me, when I had asked once what if we get departed, after a laugh. Somewhere, when the moon will be full on the autumn eve, I'll meet you there I hadn't said this to you as your words had started...

Search of Homecoming Song

Where do I belong, I asked self as I look into the darkness between the stars. The stars are there; dead long ago, but, still they are alive, shining at eve horizon. Wherefrom do my voice sound, or, is it really my voice that I heard, that others listen. Where do I belong, I asked...

Into the Kalbaisakhi

Dida used to say the sky is performing deyala. The clouds formed up in the corner of the sky, and the wind breath like last breathe, Naturally unnaturally the darkness descend bringing the night in early, when there should be sun on the crescendo at the city summer sky (or) when the sun is getting...

A Summer Morning Pentatonic

Things Needed for Repairing the Nest Last Saturday, the two had sat on the electric wire. Distance between them was grabbing attention in the night halogened darkness. Their nest had been damaged by the twin evening storms. This morning the male crow working on the nest again while female crow awaits on another branch dancing...

Edifice

There's a chill in the April night; unexpected one it is. Winter is Coming...we're listening for last eight years. (But) that was not for Kolkata; but, for the made up world, where a forged-sword iron throne everyone eyeing on, Similar to the world our ancestors understood to leave, for their next and coming generations, at...

Those Years

Nothing to ask for except the memories of the time I have spend with my father. First five years of my life. I do not remember him, I couldn't recollect him. He's just the framed photograph of a man Resembling him is me, his son; He's just the mythological character whom people talk of, recollect...

What if Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was born in 1996?

What if Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was born in 1996? How would he have looked at this world? Would he have been the dove carrying the message of peace or-- Would he have been the advocate of the peace? What if Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was born in 1996? Should he've gone into the deep of the...

Few Minutes Away From Ten O’Clock

i Looking from a window above, it's like a story of love; can you hear me. [1] All are busy, all are in their own worlds, in their thoughts. Oh think twice, 'cause it's another day for you and me in paradise. [2] ii The sun is shining high on the summer sky; rain has...

Melted Ice Cream

Looking around emptiness she felt Not first this was but many of the times. The ice cream in the bowl had melt. She was startled as the clock chimes; She doesn't know to count, She only knows to listen sounds and orders; the darkness was her muse. Next to her were the twin hounds who're...

Morn Kissed Leaves

Not all the time I had of the earth as I stand in my little bit of balcony, Morning tea in my hand; waiting for the office cab to turned up at my door. There's a chill in the wind; winter was bidding letting the spring in. The neighbor neem tree stands there, bare and...

Lamentation of a Fairy

The wind pushing afar, us and we, standing on the verge of the cliff The wind not letting us to be down, to be to the sea down the cliff. Our wings, majestic and royal, are not clipped but torned away bit by bit Often by the nails and rods of the growing palaces in...

At the Evening They’ll Glow

Bucket reads: Starry Night; weighs five gallon of Royal-Blue-Night-Sky Shade. "You'll feel it's a clear summer eve, don't you like Summer then make it Spring..." Says the salesperson--what was her name...Rose or Rosey, her badge was saying A pretty girl of mid twenties with no ring on the finger, and slender lips. Bag reads: Stars;...

Self Portrait as Dushyanta

How long I'm riding through this jungle I don't know. I know only her face; I know of the moments we spent. First time I saw her beside the river. Serene, calm, composed moment was that. How much I miss her--are there're words to speak of the ache. How long I'm riding through this jungle...

Neigh

The old horse neigh echoing the oldness of the alley where it was sheltered-- A destitute building with ferns and mosses, grown freshly last monsoon, and now multicolored; An owner who has no one to look after him; a room he lives broken with seasonal winds and-- Breeze waltzing through the broken window pane--located overlooking...

রঙ পেন্সিল, জল‌ রঙ ছাপিয়ে পশ্চিমের রঙে উজ্জ্বল তারের সমষ্টিতে নিঃশ্বাস নেয়ে আমাদের ভালোবাসা আসন্ন ঝড়ে আদর খেলবে বলে

সমান্তরাল ভাবে চলে আমাদের জীবন ছায়াতে আমাদের মিলন। ব্যস্ত সময়ের আয়না অস্থির ঝাপসা তার‌ই মধ্যে আমাদের আলাপচারিতা। মন খারাপের অবকাশ পেলে না-বলারা এসে দাঁড়ায় রাস্তার পাশে; এক মুঠো রাত তখন চাঁদের বুড়ির চরকায় মিহি স্বপ্নের আলপোনা বোনে। সংবাদ