রোজ আমি নতুন করে লিখি
তুমি আমির হারানো গল্প গাথা
চলতে চলতে হোঁচট খ্যে থামা
ভরি কত পাতার পর পাতা।

রোজ আমি নতুন করে বুঝি
তুমি আমি বলছি দুই কথা
আপন মনে করি আলাপচারি
তুমি আমির ভিন্ন অভিলাশা।

তুমি আমি চলছি অচিন পথ 
আসা যাওয়া, উঠা বসা ঘাঁটা
তুমি আমি পৌঁছে গেলে পরে
ফুরিয়ে যাবে ছকে বাঁধা হাঁটা।

তুমি আমির জীবন নিয়ে খেলে
আসে বসে রসিক বিধাতা
ভালো মন্দ হিসাব লিখে রাখে
খুলে নিয়ে চিত্রগুপ্তের খাতা।।

Discord

Four Blind folks
out on sojourn
They see with touch
and know what they find
grass is long and soft 'neath feet
while petals are smooth
and a delicate breed
And thus they learn
of the world around
till all on a sudden
they reach a mound-
then the four divide
to know this thing
each reaches out
to grasp what it means
One hits solid mass of flesh
it's sturdy and bulky
and takes up space.
The second touches
an elongated pipe,
it's long and supple
can swing and swipe.
The third reaches out
finds flapping fan
it's flat and wide
though supple I grant.
As for the fourth
He cannot agree
for what he touches
is more like a tree
solid and sturdy
and standing straight
with space between
could be a gate.
So sure each, knows what's right
they end their friendship in a fight.

On Parting Way

What if I don't like you?
or can't adjust
What if I've different view
won't be your love;
You'll kill me with words
You'll say I'm perverse
To save your self image
or ego, or worse
Judges around
Judges abound
Sentence pronounced
ready to hand down.
My world I've built
with blood and sweat
Yours might differ
that's still not the best
Give me some room
to live my way
and when you must go
Let memories stay:
We are but rivers
that kiss and diverge
Each stream on a journey
they need not converge
Do they fight? Do they blame?
Changing course never their aim.

Reborn

The Master demands:

Conform

No, submit

My voice has spoken

Decision’s made           

No matter

How many voices

Were drowned

Masters never change

Or adjust

Believe heart and soul

You were in the wrong

Yours alone the blame

My voice has spoken

Decision’s made

Master, hear me

 I’ll be Ekalaviya

One who won’t conform

Take “NO” for an answer

I’ll forge a path

And learn skills

Despite your command

Dedicated, determined

And this time

I won’t be rendered

Powerless

To stoke your ego

To keep you in power

I am awake

I am alive.

Tears in my eyes

Tears in my eyes flow not for you
but for lives I've lost, everyday
for thoughts suppressed, un shared pains
plastered smiles, in hopes of gains;
for times they've fled, ne'er to return
now clocks on walls mock my concerns.

You told me "wait", told me "endure"
for another life on another plain
days advanced, went into retreat
my dreams dissolved in rising heat
and times they fled, ne'er to return
those clocks on walls mock my concerns.

Shackles that bound were born in my mind
on dreary days, in pain-filled nights
lacking in strength, a coward's life
a mirage in desert of strife
while times fled, ne'er to return
and clocks on walls mocked my concerns.

Days of Yore

I pleasured you
all night long
bout upon bout
wave upon wave
to keep you in Paradise;
Now it is day
and far away
that magic's fled
I cannot stay
I'll go away.

I treasured you
when none had time
hour upon hour
day upon day
to help you climb;
Now it is time
and in this hour
that warmth's forlorn
I cannot stay
I'll go away.

I carried you
in hale and storm
fighting and straining
losing and gaining
as I bled on the way;
Now it is calm
the sun's come up
for I am the boat
I cannot stay
I'll sail away.

Dead or Alive

They walk
side by side
following footsteps
more dead than alive.

Faces radiant
words somewhat snide
chatting, yet silent
more dead than alive.

Time comes
for final ride
masks rip off
dead now alive.