...brishti ashbei...

Tomar shokal tapto aajo, sraanto tomar mon...
Amar akash ektu alo, megher agomon...
Tar e kache pelum khobor brishti dakar sarae,
Sonda sareer saaje se je ashbe amar parae...
Ashuk tobe brishti amar ghore,
Shongi hoye aanbo tomar dwaare...
Roddur k na hoy ami jorie nebo buke,
Bondhu tumi brishti niye, theko snigdho shukhe.

...sada-kalo...

Mon ta r chaena valobasha...
Harano kon shopno, ba lukono kono asha
Monei pore na r...
Dukhkhe sara daena chokher jol...
Haanshi tuku miththye na shotti??
Janena haanshir dol...
Sapno dakhar somoy di na r,
Aj thakbe...kal vangbe...abar ki dorkar!?!

Brishti mane sudhui vije hawa...
Sei tukuo janla khule pawa...
Brishti vejar unmadona nei j ta thik noy,
Jorie thake sei shonge harie jawar voy...
Hothat kore jodi abar sapno fire ashe?!?
Chokher jol o fire jodi hothat muchki haanshe?!?
Hothat jodi mon ta bole,-"sunbo na tor kotha,
Anek holo ebar fera amar priyo byatha..!!"

Se shob abar notun kore kotha theke khunje pai??
Proshne vora chokher dike kon chokhe takai??
Anuvutir poth guli perie notun baank..
Ekhon na hoy sada-kalo, sada-kaloi thak..

Girls...

Heart-breaks shared…

Loved and cared…

In the verge of morning..

Now grown ups,

Emptied coffee cups..

And still the hearts

Are learning..

Gone those days,

The child like ways..

Of street food,

Cotton-candies..

So much to share,

Those times so rare..

More of togetherness

Yearning..

Still those nights..

Feels so bright..

The chills diminishes

By a hug so tight..

Gone child like days,

But the girl like ways..

Seems innocent joys

Returning.

...lukochuri...

Brishti veja aloshota....
Mon ta elo melo....
Karur kichu harie galo.....
Keuba khuje pelo...

Duronto meyer ghor agochal...
Ghum vanglei notun shokal...
Megher kole lutoputi....
Pagla hawar chota chuti....

Porte bodhe mon kamon....
Firbe kobe,apon jon???
"Nijer sathe lukochuri.....
Kalom hate........bahaduri...."

ami o...

Aj janla khule dilum...
Takhon jhor uthechilo...
Shonge musholdhare brishti...

Jhoro hawae veshe asha shukno pata...amar bichanar upor lutie poreche...
Jano shob klantir ghotlo aboshan...
Hawar dapote ure gie mejhete lutoputi khachche,ami o amar priyo bondhur 'shada kalo' photograph...
Shavabikotar bandhone aatka pore thaka shorirta sahosh pelona,
Nijhum andhokare berie giye,
Mon elie diye brishtite vijte...

Tobe 'mon' k bandhe sei bandhone...
... ...kar shaddho ache???


Poshchimer janlar kone nistobdhe darie roilum...
Mon ta k dilum chere....
Porone tar veja-matir, shei 'snoda' gandho...
Khola janla die teebro chaat eshe,amar elo chul vijie dilo...
Ak dol mon kamon jano veer korlo dombondho kora sunyotar opare...

Hathe nie kagoj kolom,boshe porlum hisheb korte, shei mon kamoner karon...

Na....aj r kobita lekha noy...
Tai ichche kore chonde amil ghotano...

-Kano anchan korche mon?
Proshno kortei-
Ak rash hariye jawa chobi....
Veshe uthlo- brishti veja andhokarer gaye....
--Chele balae shona kono
dukhini raj kumarir galpo?
Na ki-

Prothom jakhon vengechilo...
priyo rongin churi....???
-- Prothom prothom valobeshe
achena shei byatha???
Na ki-
katto kotha bolte cheyeo,
Bolte na prar jantrona???

--Harie jawa shapno???
Naki khuje na pawa shei haanshi???

Janina...
Ami kobita likhte boshini...
Ami kobi noi...
Shudhu akla ghore...khola janla diye...andhokar veja brishtir dike cheye...
Akta-duto kotha....
'Ami o amar 'monkamoner' majhe...

dated-26/05/2010

@ Dominoes

It was just noon, or passed noon, i don't remember...i had this urgent need to have Pizza n the best reason i could give to convince myself to go for it was, i have to kill time before I leave for the University.Well, that was a reason, coz i had nothing to do between the important work that i had already finished with and the class that i was supposed to have some 2 n half hours later.At a crowded City like this, where every 1 seems to b busy all the time,its so hard to bare the joblessness even for an hour and that too alone. So pizza seemed to be the best deal, and i wud get a proper place to sit down n proceed a bit with my book.
So i lazily dragged myself at a Dominoes branch and be-seated myself consuming the maximum time possible,and ordered in a more lazed out pace...what..again i don't remember.I brought out my book A Thousand Splendid Suns, which i had just begun with and...
..... i couldn't read...a noisy couple with even more noisy kids rushed in, as if some one would take away their orders, steal away their seats and would make them remain hungry for the rest of their lives...I wish some 1 would have...though they didn't seem to be a least hungry in real,they ordered this huge list of pizzas n cakes n cokes etc...and made every bit of their act absolutely chaotic...adding on to the noise and confusion.When they were almost taking me over my nerves that the pleasant observation took me to feel stangely better and the good feel only increased by the passage of time.
2 boys, hardly 8-9 years old...i could guess coz they seemed to b of the same age to my nephew ...timidly walked in the restaurant...by their appearances i could make it,they were poor and i wished my guesses were wrong, though i am still not sure if they weren't ...it seemed to me they were some kind of labors...'child-labors'...their shirts and trousers were mud-stained and definitely not the stains that the kids would wear while playing..
They were as old as my own nephew but yet much ahead at counting the Rs 5 coins and the wrinkled Rs 10 notes that they fetched out from different corners of their shirts and trousers,as if they were the hidden treasures...where there counts ended i couldn't make out...it ended too fast anyway..
when it was over they pushed each other then walked towards the counter together, eyes down..lucky i was that my order number was announced and i went up to the counter myself...thrilled to b able to come nearer to the heroes of my story.i took out the bill very slowly though i could see my order right there, and took my time to check out the new items available...(which i was pretty sure would never be ordered by me, they were overpriced and i was simply not interested)..but my purpose were served...the lady at the counter smiled,herself surprised(since it was not a common experience to deal with such customers), asked the kids what is it that they would like to have...the boys answered in a tone that seemed to be King like to me and more assured than the chaotic group that had almost made me bang my head on the wall...they spoke up--"the one with the lowest price, how much would that be??"...the lady informed them that would be a 45, but 54 with tax. My Kings found it little hard to understand the tax business,they seemed to b confused...i couldn't help feeling heavy in my heart...how could i let it happen?? How could i let their confidence go low..??i hopped in their personal business  and spoke up...it would be Rs 54,that's all.The lady at the counter understood why i intruded in,even she didn't want their enthusiasm to go low and looked at me with a sorry smile at the corner of her lips, as if she was really sorry to mention the tax issue and confuse my Kings, i think by then "our" Kings..she did her part and the boys took out the money...the lady counted exactly 54. I think they had Rs 5 coineven  left to them...it was clear to both me and the counter lady that , that would be the first bit of their next savings.I was at my seat,but couldn't start with my pizza.The boys spent rest of their time wondering along in the world of pizza, the pictures dangling ..they looked at them, i could hardly hear them speak, but i almost understood what they were talking about..i believe they were planning...like- "next time when we have more money...we will have that." That brought a lump in my throat, my heart felt heavier,n tears wished to pop out. i controled.
They chose to pack their pizza.Most probably they had more number of people waiting back at home to have a rich bite from that small pizza..
.. i kept on thinking of them the rest of the day, in the bus, in my class, n in the train on my way back home.
The last activity  that i remember of them while they left was how they took a plastic glass and most excitedly poured a bit of the cold water from the cooler n sipped it as if it was some rich wine...n then when they were done they knew exactly what to do with the glass, even more excitedly they opened the shiny "use-me" bin and disposed it...
when they were gone , my eyes went to the table were that rich and loud family sat...the left overs of the pizzas and cakes still their,scattered, the paper napkins floating near the foot of the table..."ahhh!! poor them...whatt a pitty!!!" i sighed....
the worker cleaned up the rich people's mess and leftovers...i had my food...i had to rush...i was late for my class...but i was glad my time didnt merely pass away...they were devoted to the 2 kids who made their place in my heart so prominently...my mud-stained Kings...

the broken....

It raind last night......but this morning the heart breaking silenc woke me up...

...it was almost half n hour past noon...how stange.. that i felt the day was still asleep...

...actually sad...she looked so sad in that cloud colourd garment that she wore the whole day...no doubt the day was a beauty...but wonder y did she look so sad?!?

and felt an urge to shout n break it ...the silence so heart breaking..

but she lookd so pretty wearing the fragnance of the silence...

i felt a drop of tear that wishd to flood out of my heart...

but it had already meandered within the cracks of the heart...the heart so broken...

...the tears...they never listened...

           as a lil girl...wen the dear lil glass dolphin broke...tears poured down the eyes...untamable..

 wiped...n swallowed...gulp gulp...but it just wnt stop ...

time n again..wud say to myself..."come on act like a grown up...stop cryng for a silly glass dolphin...stop embarassng urself in front of others..."...(you r 10...stop being a kiddo)....yet it just wnt listn..

tears...they never listen...

          "dont you c...ur heart...the damn heart is broken...cry damn it...get some of those pains out..."

but it wont listen...

            "dnt u feel...its not a silly lifeless glass dolphin that has broken ths time...its heart damn it...dnt u feel it...bleeding.."

but it wont listen...

     "okkk...cry...for once...just think u r 10...just feel ur dear thng broke again...cry...puke out some of those nasty tears...for God's sake..for heart's sake..."

   Ofcourse it wnt listn...

i wish 10 could return...i wish the day lookd not so sad...i wish...

 the "heart" could be as prescious as the "silly glass dolphin" that broke long ago....