Michiler por michil chole
Shostay chole protibad
'Ma-matir' kanna haray
Sudhu tokma pore, 'Maobad'

Akranto joubon er hishab cheye meyeti nemechilo pothe
Jutlo kotha, ek gada gali galaj mislo tar sathe
Chakri deyna somaj, din japon chole baroyari shottyay
Tobu haal pheranor lorai tar, agun jonmay tar mojjay

I Love

I love Picasso, I love Buñuel and Dante
I love to listen to Dylan, Beatles and Beethoven
I love Ravi Shankar, Ali Akbar too
I love to come home on a misty morning
And yet I am not happy, yet am I distracted
My heart ambles listlessly along the road
Where hidden is a deep pain, I wonder

When I see them work in villages and ports
When I see them sweat it out on the fields on the docks
I cannot be happy, I cannot be at peace
I look forward to the day when we can love it all, together with all

I love to float on a tiny little boat
I love to watch butterflies and wild ducks
I love to read poetry while gazing at the lazy afternoon sun through my window
And yet I am not happy, yet am I distracted
I love to run amidst kaash flowers in the moonlight
I love to walk in the shadows of shady trees

The lush green of paddy fields beckon me to the horizon
The skies tinted rouge that kiss the mountain tops
And yet I am not happy, yet am I distracted
My heart ambles listlessly along the road
Where hidden is a deep pain, I wonder

My heart ambles listlessly along the road

Where hidden is a deep pain, I wonder

few lines dedicated to those innocent souls and those under threat...........

Stupendous sound vibration
Makes numb all sensation.
Victims in blood, shock and stupor,
All around painful sounds of groaners.
Cruelty roams free, untamed.
For many, world will never be the same.

Shameless,ignorant sons of "sacred" bitches....Come on govt...catch them again..feed them in crores in order to draw the the much awaited "information" of no use.....hang them again after years..let them come again to avenge death....let the cycle of death continue...complete disgrace!!

ratri

Amar ratri tumi abar kalo hoye otho
Chai hariye jaoya mottotay abar tumi mato
Akashe tarar dol chay tomay phire pete
Hariye jaoya kobir dol abar phire ashuk tomay kobita dite.....

I, you and road

I walk through the ages of time
Searching for my soul and eternity
Never believing life to be simple
Never feeling dismantled imitating heaven

I am just a vagabond
Believing every step to be utmost fulfilling
Scavenging whatever road has to give me as food
Nature it is, keeping me humble, keeping me grounded

I want to have you beside
Want to give you the taste of simplicity
Want to adorn you with roadside flowers
Want to comfort you with my rugged quilt on cold

Believe me, its the road that actually keeps us alive
Away from the concreets, it fills us with life
Gives us pleasure to laugh and cry without prejudices
Come and join me in this beautiful journey
Come and join me to feel the warmth of its bed
Come and join me to feel road as heaven

Kalo Swapno

Swapno bikochhe raater adhare
Ondhokar golite, bheja concreet e
Bikochhe rongin jole
Katrachhe osprissho dehe

Tukro tukro kore boye jachhe
Mishe jachhe raastay dhulikonay
Roj sokale bhijte sekhe she
Din gorale aabar jol chay se bachte

Tukhre tukhre dewale dewale
Olite golite she swapno bikkha chay
Chay she bachhar tagid
Pay sudhu lanchona, arektu bachhar obhishap


Aj amar swapno tar swapno mile mishe ekakar
Aj duti deher majhe bondi she sudhu ek atha
Swapno chai, swapne mlan hote chai
Chai she hoye uthuk ek kalo poridhan

Lady of Clay

My lady of clay why the world breaks you
Makes you their subject of enjoyment
Can't you tell them anything
Protest against them for your dignity

The world is made of clay
You are a part of it
Can't you banished them
Take them towards their ill fate

You are modified, transformed
Shaped for their erotic pleasure
Can't you take up arms
And fight them for your illtreatment

How much you will suffer
How many times you will get tarnished
Come on, speak up my lady
Show them where they belong
Bring out the fighter within you
Bring out the anger
Perish them with that clay
That made them thrive on life

Best wishes my lady
One day they will worship the clay
That made you
Good luck my lady of clay

Thousand souls walking down the street
In search of bliss
While the sides are cauldron of duties
Ready to stir
Ready to get drowned in the pool of humanity
Yet............................................................

Rastar chele

Majhe majhe chayer dokan
Noiba dhapar maat
Rojgar hoy dui char taka
Hotel gorer math

Toiri chele sposto bokta
Galagalite ostad
Rastay chola gorib dekle
Sahajjo kore albat!

Majhe sajhe nije na kheye
Aahar joganoy besto
"Borolokera enjiyo kore
  Sudhui taka gonay besto"

Hiseb nikesh
Bidhatar besh
Chay se porasona korte
Rastay chera boi dekhle
Byesto hoyejay porte

Bole "daktar hobo
Kintu taka koi
Ma-baap je chere geche
Jibon diyeche sudhui"

Chele boroi budhhiman
Bidesh jabar sokh
Phorenar dekhle chomke othe
Jahir kore tar bidesh jawar hokh

Onek koste khuje pay
Lawarish ek home
Doure giye bhorti hote chay
 Ashay, guchbe "jibon-jom"

Aj se chele daktar hoyeche
Nam hoyeche onek
Goribder jonne haspatal gore
Bastob koreche abeg

A bengali poem dedicated to Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose on his 116th birthday......


Keno abar kore tomay shoron kore loke
Keno abar kore mone koriye dey tomar din
Keno abar kore michil beroy sobha hoy tomake ghire
Keno abar kore paray paray beje othe sankha dhoni

Asole amra nijerai dotanay jorjorito
Bhabi lorai korbo tomake dekhe
Porokhhonei lukiye pori onnay sope
Tumi keno 23 shei ujjapito hou
Keno tomake 31 e bhule jay manush!
Se boro jotil dhaida

Tumi na jagiyechile sobaike
Tumi na bolechile rukhe darate
Tumi na sikhiyechile lorai korte
Tumi na sikhiyechile nijer hok chiniye nite

Sei tumi ar sei tumi nei
Ekdike du dol jhogra kore kothay tomake shoron korbe
Ekdike keu protibadi hole koydi hoye jay
Durbhaggoboshoto ei rongotamashei tumio hajir


Ektai kotha bolbo fire esho na
Lojja pabe ei jaat ke dekhe
Tomay ek din soron kore bhalo kore
Roj korle sudhu kalimalipto hote