e tumi kemon tumi

Berobey ? amra dujoney shudhu. Kothai ? Kano ? Berotey geley kothai kothata tki fixed kortey hoi ? Ha jani tumi bolbey gontobyo chara chola jai na. Kintu bolo to gontobyo janley, cholar amejtai choley jai tai na ? Tokhon kothayo themey jawa, kothayo ektu dariey dekha, kothayo chokh bondhyo korey nishash newa- shobi kemon jano dom bondhyo hoye chepey ashye. Asholey shomoi  ar  gontobyer majher shasher shomitao boro kom. Tai aaj thak. Emni berobo.

 Brishti ashbey bolchyo ? Ta eleyi ba. Ki korbey bolo? Shey ki onahuto aguntuk ? Takey atkano theek noi, ashley ashbey, amader sathey hatbey na hoi k pa. Osubidhey ki bolo ? Chatha achey amar shongey . Bhodro bhabey obhodrota korbar jonyo , tar thakey shoriey nebo amader. Ektu shomoi er jonyo koto kichur thekey shoriey niyechi amader. Aj na hoi ekjon anmona brishti thekeyi hok.

Ha jani  ami bhijbo ektu. Tumio. Kichu eshey jai tatey bolo ? Tomar anchol diey na hoi amar bheja mathata  muchey nebo. KOno chotto dokaney dariey dhoya otha cha khabo bharey korey. Ada hoito debey na. Elacho na. Tobuyo almunium shader mathya thekey chuiey pora jol dekhtey dekhtey cha khabo. Shongey korkorey aandh chand biscuit. Brishtir chchat ashbey mukhey. Kichu joler fota gal beye thootey ashroi khujbey.  

Hoito bhalo lagbey tomar.  Choshmar jhapsha kancher modhey dieye amar dikey takiey hashbey. Tarpor bhuley jabo amader boyish koto. Haath dhorey brishtir majhey hatthey thakbo. Shei shomoi hoito gomra mukho akash ta heshey shurjyo ke dekey anbey amader dekhtey.

Jabey amar sathey ? 

Sing me a song you are the piano man

Words.
Once expressed.
Heart did not need them.
Only the trust was lost in a shadow fight.

Running to stand still

Running from myself I paused to stop.  For the me was losing to I. I stood unashamed of my nakedness. A human being unpretentious as nature.

In that moment I had dared to metamorphise.

Is this the world we created

Independence day.
The day the British gave us the right to rule ourselves. But now I wonder what we did.  Once upon a time the British clothes were burnt. Now we all wear foreign brands. The toys children used to play are long gone. They are now beautifully made short lived Chinese toys. We are the Japanese in management forgetting the illustrious rulers we had. Mathematics once an Indian domain is now looked down for it fails to give easy lucre. The brilliant politician Chanakya has been replaced with fire and brimstone signifying nothing.  Women, once taken to be a deity, a power is now reduced to a pawn.

Today is not India birthday.
Rather it is a quiet moment to contemplate what we have become.

I hated a guy who was sporting a shorts displaying Union jack. 

I do not hate him anymore.

In solitude

I lived in a world of my own.
I drew my sky my home my trees my sun
I lived happily with myself.
Solitary I said.
Selfish the world said.

Till the zephyr wafted you in.

A walk in the clouds

Tonight.
When you read a poet's life,  you may see just another person who had paused to take a breath. Among the posts that had dried, maybe you will find a person who breathed. Maybe deep in the night when the wind will serenade at the window panes,  maybe you will hear him as he wanted to be heard.
Tonight.
When you think about the poet's words, you may see a person hidden behind.

For tonight
When you walk with the poet
Maybe the moon will rise.

Ode to a white flower

Even in the dark
Even if the song ends
Even if the musicians leave

Hope stays.
A gate crasher.
A lazy bum
Too sorry to leave