the One true love

You helped me walk through the darkness,
one that messed up serotonin levels can cause!
Triggered by events, augmented by  broken souls
I was on the verge of tears, and you held my hand


you told me "it will be alright:
you reminded me how things have been worse in the past
Helped me imagine my Phoenician rise
And relive my past accomplishments!

When haters hate, and i welcome them in my life
with unquestioning faith on humanity and its need to connect
I did ignore your voice, relegated you to the indifference
And yet you came, today, sitting by me as i woke up!

Talking to me, soothing my painful awakening
while I was blaming myself for my weaknesses
you came and shone light upon me
and I went cooing, just like the bard had sung - Je Raate Mor

I wish I had  a way to have you with me always
my alter ego - somewhere down the road, we finally started being in love!

war lost

even before the battle was declared
i had the lost the war to someone else
the prize i thought i was vying for
already has chosen the prestigious kind

the one that brings glory and privilege
and choice that would be lauded by generations
of enslaved minds with Stockholm syndrome
the moment my soul was placed amongst the genes
i was doomed of always being the second best
i can be your fleeting fantasy
your respite when you are tired of pleasing your toy
the one you are grooming and nurturing to fulfill
the remnants of some latent desires
of gaining your rightful place in this world

sadly i do understand the rules of the game too well
i know even though you might be the one with the choice
you also had the lost the war by the sheer quirk of fate
long before you were given any chance to a fair play

so all i can do is wish all the best for you
may us, in a few hundred years
have a free will, untainted by standards already set
by events of few hundred years back in the past


and may we meet in a  fateful moment
before one of us had decided to curve out the best for themselves
both us raw and vulnerable
and may we heal together 

হটাৎ যেন মনে হলো

হটাৎ যেন মনে হলো , আমার পাশে তুমি 

শৌখীন কলমকারীর চাদরের তলায় শৌখিনতরো তুমি 

আধো ঘুমে আর মন উদাসের আমেজে 

মনে হলো হটাৎ সব কাঁটাতার পেরিয়ে আমার পাশে এসে শুয়েছ  তুমি 

কোলবালিশের প্রতিবন্ধক পেরিয়ে তোমার উষ্ণতা 

আসচ্ছিলো ভেসে , পাচ্ছিলাম ঘ্রাণ তোমার সুপরিচিত ঘনিষ্ঠতার 

তাও সংকোচ  লাগছিলো , পাশ ফিরে তাকিয়ে মিটিয়ে নিতে সন্দেহ 

মরীচিকা তো আজকে নয়, অনেকদিন  এর সঙ্গী আমার!!

ঠিক করলাম তাকাবোই না , থাকলে থাকবে 

মনের বিভ্রাম হোক বা অতিপ্রাকৃত নির্বন্ধ

মনের মানুষ কাছে এলে ঠেলতে নেই , কৌতুহলের বশে 

ভয় হয় - যদি লক্ষীর মতো উল্টো পায়ে যায় পালিয়ে ?

ভাঙলো যখন ঘুম আবার, চ্ছিলে না তুমি আর পাশে 

ক্ষনেকের আশকারা দিয়ে কান ধরে কাজে বসালাম মনকে আবার 

hotath tahar jonne

হঠাৎ  তাহার জন্যে , লিখিতে  হইলো কাব্য
কাব্যের দ্বারা প্রকাশিলাম হৃদয়ের বক্তব্য
কাঁদিয়া কাঁটিয়া একাকার করে হাঁপুস নয়নে শেষে
মনের মানুষ দিলাম সঁপিয়া অজানা নিরুদ্দেশে

কেনই যে হয় বুকের ব্যামো , রসিক অন্তর্যামী !
সবি ওনার অলীক লীলা - দৈবিক বাঁদরামি !
এর চেয়ে বোধহয় বান্দর হলে থাকতো বেশি এলেম
ধিঙ্গি নেচে সেলাম ঠুকে নিতাম তাহার পেরেম

মানবজন্ম ওভাররেটেড মস্ত এক যন্ত্রণা
পরের জন্মে কুকুর হইয়ো = মোক্ষলাভের মন্ত্রণা 

in an ideal world

In an ideal world, I would ask

For you to pour out your heart's content

To take off that apparent mask

Open the locks of your mind and to vent

Is it really true - the way I feel you do?

Or is my mind weaving tales around my fantasy?

I sense the tension when you come close - do you too?

Or is it an false sensation generated by an cognizance hazy?

In an ideal world I would ask that and settle the account

One way or the other - profit or bankruptcy

Walk out and away , with sticthes and new self-pities found

Or scream in pleasure and dance in ecstacy

In an ideal world I would all the above mentioned stuff

But my sensitive sacred heart keeps bleeding withour answers - in it self imposes bluff

while I take a break

Bubbling up through the stream of consciousness

Are random thoughts from forgotten past

Almost too real , still raw and fresh

Who knew how long bittersweet memories could last!!

There was a day when a younger me

Was searching through the darkness of the bar

To suddenly glance upon the most beautiful pair I could see

Of deep dark eyes shining bright as a star

That walk of the angel l, from the door to me

Stopped all time, as I wished in despair,

"Yes its me" - tremble wasn't hard see

And angel smiled at me with a frindly stare

What happened next is a tale too long

To be told when I take a break from fixing  a work presentation gone wrong!!

bright days

The brightest days remind you of them

those embraces stuck in time and space

that make no sense in realities realm

but helps you survive life with grace

you remember when a few words were said

and peonies bloomed all over your heart

when you craved for a kiss before it all went fade

and the games of practicality had to restart

or you can feel the accidental touch

that brushed your hand with golden hue

you weren't sure if you had a bit too much

so you assumed it was too good to be true

and now when you try hard to be grateful for

just those moments that nurture the soul

a soft numb clenching, a silenced roar

still try  to consume your existence whole

These bright sunny days! i wish they weren't as good

Sometimes it's the perfect recipe for a pensive mood