Mrityumukhi Shohor

Amar shohor tolpar hoy michile, michile
Fyada nei tobu lorte hoy badhho hoye
Rokter por rokto jhore, chakrir nei patta
Torko bitorko, tiktota chole, nei somadhan

Tobuo bangla ache banglay
Unnoti shiroy thak, thak shosta alochonay
Pichiye porar arek naam hoyto amrai
Andolon tobu cholte thake, pongu kore somaj

Ar koto koto michil, rokto jhorle,phirbe sei gourob
Nijer haate sesh na kore, ISIS ba onnokarukke ahobann janano
Aj boroi dorkar

----A situation that our beloved state of Bengal is in

Abar...

Abar tomay dekhbo bole bhabini
Abar tomay kache pabo bhabini
Hoyto ei bhabnar bishoyo tumi nou
Tao hoyto tomay chara ei somoy ke ami chinini

Abar kon pothe tumi harabe
Hoyto bhul koreo ar kotha bolbena
Abar hoyto kon michil e mishe jabe
Hoyto amar jonne ghorer ar dorja khulbe na

Abar ami bhabte boshi, tumi abar hariye jabe
Abar hoyto somoyer sathe bodle jabe tumi
Keno ascho janina, bujhina
Sudhu abar boli, ar hariye jeona
Parle abar bhalobeso

বেড়াল ভাবে রাস্তা কাটলে আমি
ভয় পায় লোকে
কোথায় থাকি আমি
যখন  যায় তারা পরলোকে ।।

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!!