eko-chhotro emon borshakale,
premik kemon aponmone chole
rasta,
sosta
jodi hoto tajmohol, kinai ditam, shonge
tukro takra moskora sombol, cake-er upor topping, shorbange
brishti mekhe,
k tumi ? dakle sheshe ?
chokh jholsay, bhalobeshe
takale.
ekprostho emon brishti hole,
premik tokhon premer kothai bole,
dhushor dine shorbange
mekhe bhalobashar theme,
altufaltu loke khnoje forsa hobar cream,
k tumi ? khnujle sheshe amake ?
In this one-umbrella rainy season,
lover walks his disntinguished road,
if the tajmahal were cheap, i would have gifted it, with
pieces of humor, topping over the cake,
with rain all over your body, who are you calling me ?
my eye burns , whenever i look at you with love.
whenever it rains like this,
lover talks about only love,
with the theme of love all over his body
in this greyish day,
and unimportant people search for fairness cream,
who are you searching for me atlast ?
hoyto neshay chhilam ?.
kimba shotti tumi shundor ?
kintu jokhon shobar shamney tumi
mishti heshey bolley
"tumi na khub flirt koro "
tokhon amar khub kharap legechhilo .
keno nodi keno ?
ae chapa dupur
tar majhey nongra jibon
bichhanay kotodiner purono gham
table-a tar chay-o purono Dostoyevsky,
hatey byathha kora dhowa bukey byathha diye to besh berochchhilo ,
tobey keno tumi ojana baank niye amar dikey-e eley ?
amakey jol khawaley
teshta berey gelo
ekhon prithhibir shob nodi shob shagor k paan korar j ichchha chhilo
ta puro puri choley gechhe .
shudhu tomar dharey boshey dekhbo r o nod nodi tomatey eshey mishchhey
r tumi cholechho shagorer dikey .
shagor shay bhishon akorshoniyo tomar kachhe ,
tar mahatyo , tatey mishey jabar jonyo tomar utteyjona konodin tumi
lokao ni .
hingsha hobey , ashto tomakey onyo kothao miley jetey dekhley
emonki durey jekhaney akash tomar shathey mishechhey shekhaney-o aami thaktey chae .
privacy boley kichhu rakhlam na.
keno nodi keno?
May be I was drunk ?
or you are really beautiful ?
but when you said infront of everybody witha sweet smile
that I flirt too much,
I was sad.
why nodi? why ?
this silent afternoon
and the dirty life in it,
old sweat on my bed,
even older doestoyevsky on my table,
hand paining smoke was smoothly going out after giving pain to my lungs,
then why you took a turn towards me ?
gave me water,
my thirst increased,
now the dream of drinking all the rivers and sea is completely gone.
i will just sit beside you now and see all the nod and nodi meeting with you,
and you are going towards the sea.
sea is very attarctive for you,
the hugeness of him and your urge of dissolving in him
you never hide.
i will be jealous to see you dissolving into something completely,
even far away where the sky meets you, i want to be there,
theres is no privacy for you , isn't it ?
why nodi, why ?
*Nodi is female river and nod is male river.
ae matro alo jolechhe,
mukhey rong ,akashey shondhe,
prokash korar onyo chhondey
onekey miley pordar dharey
tanbey ki tanbey na porda
dinbhor kilbiliye , loke esheychhe,
koyek gram ujar,
jonmo mrityu, koumarjo, sitar patal probesh,
gondho shukbo ki shukbo na
emon bhabna
nae kono kukurer.
bakira klanto
ae jogorjhompey
paley paley manush
matha ghurchhe
rong gondho poth shobdo ae niye
natok genthechhi
r stage-a ekhon jholmolay
bastobdhormi shajposhak.
just now the light has blossomed,
color on my face, evening all over the sky,
many have gathered beside the curtain
for the new rhythm of exaplanation,
should they pull the curtain ?
like insects people have come the whole day,
emptying few villages,
birth -death, virginity , patal prabesh of sita,
should i smell it or not ?
no dog thought about that ,
others are tired,
in this worldly sound and dance
people have gathered like beasts,
I am feeling dizzy.
with colors , smells , roads and words
i have embroided this play.
And on the stage glitters practical fashion.
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