Konark

The holy land of Blue mountains,
Encircled by a bracelet shaped beach
Konark is a legend,
narrating a legacy of the divine...

Here stood, with a princely gait
A majestic chariot, carrying the glory of the past
Intricately woven into its pillars and walls,
timeless tales of saints and lords.
A chill ran down my spine and
I knew the magic has been done...
Slowly the  ghungroos, and mridanga tuned with the gargling waves
The sound from the flute sweetened the salty wind
Each curve of the body ensued an artistry
that echoed the story written in the stones...
The cosmic rhythm infused the muted sculptures and hypnotized the audience

Under the moonlit sky
Konark was enliven into a tangible divinity

mugdhaa

Araler adhchalaye ektu khani fak,
Ekfali chand ti jano amaye dilo dak.
Nupur payer dilem khule, jhumko jora seo gelo;
Elokeshir chibuk chuye, ghono adhar megh kalo____

Chupi chupi alto paye, topto deher byakulotaye,
Anchol lutiye dhular'por,
Chutte gelem tin tolaye______

Dure sethaye ekti chaya, hothat jano thomke jaoa
Chander aloye rater buke,
Guchcho koek malatilota____

Sohosha ek domka haoa, cholke diye megher chota
Snigdho aloye, kol bhoriye,
Galer'pore du char fota_____

Kothao hay nei je tumi, jotsna rate ekla ami;
Ondhokare ghorer kon, ei bujhi amar apon jon.

Kal jodi bolo tumi---
"Rakho, osob baje kotha,
Sotti naki esechile?
Proman ki tar sakhi kotha?"

Sotti ami esechilem, noy go se sob rupo kotha,
Chander aalo proman amar,
Shakhi amar malati lota__________

Will you come to me?

See the morning rose has blossomed How full and fresh its gaze The table spread with poems of sunlight yellow curtains sway with poetry's rhyme; Floating your flock of hair Setting waves in the wind alone Will you again come tome? The birds in the garden, happiness murmurs in the leaves, Shirts and pyjamas on hangers tremble like untold dreams Will you come to me with your scented breath? White pigeons shedding feathers on old grave flies off to the sky; on the strong arms of grave-diggers suddenly leaps up a jasmine flower smiling sweetly; will you come again to me? So many dreamy telegrams on telephhone strings As if enchanted flight of birds------- Dripping your moonshine voice in the air Will you come again to me? Bird cries among rains, eyebrows, lips, Rain flow relentlessly like loneliness tearing the knitted soul Will you again come to me? At twilight I have finally found a golden key to open A non existent door, an unkempt boy stands holding a crane in his hands.. Newspapers fly like silken flags discarded coffee tins and lamp holders---- Full of dreams , I go to sleep In the shade of wordless silence Will you come to me again????

chena ochena

chena mukhosh ochena mukh.. chena deho ochena sukh chena poth, ochena sohor, chena tarikh ochena bhor chena brishti ochena megh chena bondhu ochena abeg chena smriti ochena bhoy chena gaan ochena loy chena sob ochena joto chini chini, tobuo chinina to...

No Strings Attached

Friends fight, couples nag Girlfriends cry, boyfriends drag Wives pester, husbands snore Kids rebel, parents adore Teachers mend, students stray Meanings disappear, words stay Love is past, affairs' present, Growth is rapid, exponential decent Virtuality rules, reality bites Rights are wrong, wrong are rights United we stand, divided we run while we rest in peace, let others burn Bodies unite, but souls detached This is what we call No Strings Attached...!!!!!

Abused love

As a consequence of a current reality show which showcased an episode on child sexual abuse, that jolted the dormant souls of our nation, it is quite abhorring to accept the attitude, and the way of conduct of the cream of our society and our leaders. It is deeply regretted that a cartoon image that appeared decades ago in our text books initiated such an uproar in the parliament that Our home minister had to apologise for its publication, whereas there exists no law that would protect children against sexual harassment. If a satirical cartoon expression of a great cartoonist can be provocative enough to create biasness among school kids, then it wouldn’t be surprising to consider that the children of such a nation are the most protected against objectionable stuffs. On the contrary the scenario is a blemished reality, where 53% of our country’s children are victim of Child Sexual Abuse. They hail from all segments of the society and most of the time has been abused by someone who is highly trusted by the family members. This clearly states that our children are not safe even at home. Its been 64 years of India’s independence, and the bill against Child Sexual Abuse is still pending in the parliament to be sanctioned. Our ministers , leaders, social activists are so preoccupied by petty agendas, that vital sensitive social issues have spread like cancer cells. Its high time that we woke up to the call of our nation where her children are facing brutal reality through physical harassment, emotional provocation, exposure to textual or obscene visual substances that has bruised their childhood and snatched away their innocence. Lets not forget that we borrow this world from our children and hence let us all endeavour to give our children a blissful childhood and a blessed future.

the resurrection

On the verge of utter hopelessness, when I was just about to question the existence of God, I came across you.
A modest embodiment, a persona of the most simplistic aura, and the subtle penumbra of your nature soothed my blemished soul.
The bruises of the past were not yet healed, the scars were deep indeed, the blades of the agonies tampered the soft petals of the soul, heartlessly ripping it apart.
On the outside, I had forgotten who am I, whats my worth, where should I hide my charred body. My dear ones lost hope on me, thought, soon I am going to perish and turned their faces.
It was right then when I saw a distant light, soft but powerful, mellowed yet convincing, far but still I could see it and feel its presence.
Slowly it penetrated my wounds, and the healing effect was simply magical.
Its beams caressed the wretchedness and steadily unmasked my careless beauty.
The heaviness that bore on me, lifted up, the dark clouds faded away, the brightness was inevitable.
I opened my eyes and fought with a stubborn lock of hair that nestled itself on my eyelids.
I let my self out of my cocoon and step into the new dawn. I see myself ablaze, resurrected, in the glory of your love.

sesh ahuti....

sesh ahuti diye gelam tomae
aponar jibon
grohon koro jodi,
ei tucho dhon
,firayona abohalay,
ratri nishitho ondhokare
nirjon pother alo andhaare,
dekhite pai keboli tomari mukh..
trishito bokher ei oprotyashito sukh..
lolate lekha nei mor se ami jani,
tobuo ei bedon ki kore mani
tumi nei , tumi nei....
nidraheen, klanto, jirno kaya
ahoto korilo eki dushshahoshi maya
hothat milaye jaye sudur, bohudur...
nimilito ankhi pate, asru baari dhara
jhoro jhoro jhoreo hoena sara...
keu haath dhore taar, keu sudhu chuye chole jaye
himer rater shishir bheja pataye pataye..
sunite payi amar hridoyo spondon...
dur hote bohu dur hote
bheshe ashe aji suprobhate..
tikhno tirer agro bidhiye buke
byartho premer birohini
ajo kichutei mante parini..
tumi nei, tumi nei.....

imprudent bargain.....

I know I have nothing to ask from you...

If i ask for concern,

I get ignorance



If I ask for kindness,

I get scolded



If I ask for decissions,

You ask me to stall



If i ask for help,

you would just simply surpass them



If i ask for love

i would just be greeted with a nasty look



If i ask for forgiveness,

You punish me even more



If i desire to remain close,

You would make sure that i get repelled



If I ask for a fraction of a moments happiness,

I get enough pain to last me a life time



But

One thing that I certainly not ask for and am scared that you would give it to me sooner or later...

that is Freedom from our relationship



Let this bond be eternal and blissful...

A thought for the day

live beyond death,
love beyond self,
look beyond looks,
give beyond gain..
.transcend beyond horizon,
exist beyond being.....
All of this make one immortal;
and unbound by frame of time and space