Monday, January 30, 2017

I Speak

I speak loud
I speak clear
My words emerge
My words reach ears
As soundless bytes
They drown
In indifference
Stand suspended
In mid air
No place to land
No place to stand.

A bird chirps
Knifing silence
A lonely sound
a desperate call
Bits of sound
dash and shatter
Like snow balls
Hitting cold stone.
A chilled chirping
Champs at bit
Force restrained
Unrestrained.

ভালোবাসার রঙ

ভালোবাসার রঙ কেন লাল?
কে দিল এই রঙ?
হলুদ যদি দিত
খুব কি ক্ষতি হত?
হয়ত বা প্রেমের নামে
রক্ত ঝরা কমে যেত।
আমি কল ভালবাসা দেখেছি
কিছু বাদামী বা ধূসর
যত রূপ তত রঙ
তত পরিচায়
বুকে দোলা দেয়া ভালবাসা
হৃদপিণ্ড নিগড়ান ভালবাসা
ক্ষয়ে শেষ হওয়া ভালবাসা
উন্মাদ ভালবাস
শত রঙ ে রাঙান
অধরা আকাশে।।

Living with Silence

Silence creeps into bones
Silence pervadess mind
A walk from room to room
Flip flop of lonely thoughts
To provide strength,
Pen scratching on paper
To provide purpose
Abandoned attempt
Retire for a while
Soar tempted to rescind
Self passed decree
Again gunning for action
Again stuck in time wrap
Now read and heave
Turmoil in distant lands
Stalk the mind
Like predator prowling;
Let me but gather myself
To jump into the fray
Let me not leave the field
To fade away.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Porcupine

Prickly, as a Porcupine
Sensitive,
As touch-me-not
A shy step fore
A hasty retreat
Fearing pain
More and More
Who drives you?
An inner strength
Or world's view
Roll yourself
Roll yourself
A ball of spines
Much abhorred
Inside, a you
Soft and subdued
Torn and bleeding
None to view.


Wednesday, January 4, 2017

My Canvas

My canvas is small
On it I draw and erase
Draw and erase 
Pencil sketches 
Every day.
And each time I erase
I leave black marks
On my canvas
It's never white
Some marks
I incorporate
Into new sketches
Give them new shape
Some remain
Ugly spots
Blemishes, regrets
Undertones of dark thoughts.

Dreams in my eyes

Dreams in my eyes
Golden and rose
Vast as the skies
Each day arose

Dreams in my eyes
Hazy as mists
shifting, flowing
Heart and mind drift

Dreams in my eyes
Broken in bits
Hundred reflections
Some gone, some hits

Dreams in my eyes
Ever, anon,
Rising, falling
From dusk to dawn.

Dreams in my eyes
Bitter and sweet
One moment caught
Next in retreat.

Chasm

A small crack
For water to flow
A destructive force
Widening gap
Turning into torrent
Then river vast
And chasm stretched
Till at last
Once kissing parts
Lie on different lands
Muted voices
Unseen stance.

Shooting Star

Shooting Star
Falling from sky
Breaking tie
Leaving abode
Forging roads
A wonder you are!

Shooting Star
Bound for Earth
Moment of mirth
Carrying own light
Till out of sight
A wonder you are!

Shooting Star
Burning bright
Dissolving in night
Leaving no sign
Once you resig
A wonder you are!

Sunday, January 1, 2017

More dead than Alive

Yes, I'm with you
Walking by your side
Following footsteps
More dead than alive.
My face radiant
Words somewhat snide
Chatting, then silent
More dead than alive.
And when my time comes
To take a final ride
Mask will be in place
For dead will be alive.

Yes, I'm with you
A saving grace
On your cart I ride
More dead than alive.
Wandering by instinct
Taking both sides
Mask well in place
Till dead will be alive.

New Moments

What has come
And what has gone
The year-end you say
Well I say nay
What's gone is a moment
The one we've lived
What comes is a moment
The one we'll live
Between the two
Seas of change
Some sunshine, some sorrow
Some refreshing rain
Ring out the old
Ring in the new
With every moment
Love life anew.

Happy living