Sunday, June 30, 2019
Friday, June 28, 2019
কুলাউড়ায় জুন ২০১৯
Thursday, June 27, 2019
ঊষর
মনের গোপন সে কথাটি
মনের অতলেই থাকে দিন রাত
যা থাকে চোখের পাতার নিচে
বর্ণিত হবার নয় কোনো চিন্তায়
রাগ বিরাগ অনুরাগ...
অভিমান অভিযোগ নয় কোনো
যখন শহর পুড়ে যায় দুর্দশায়
যখন স্তূপিকৃত হয় জীবন প্রবল ক্লান্তিতে
যখন এদেশ এমানুষ এসময় আমার নয়
তবুও উড়ে যেতে পারি না
কোনো বিষাক্ত অবাঞ্ছিত ধুলার মতো
তবুও হাত রাখি করি আলিঙ্গন
এবুকে নিষ্ঠুর পাথর চেপে রেখে
যেখানে ঈশ্বর নেই নেই পিতা নেই প্রেমিক
রাতের আলোকে মনে হয় একমাত্র সহচর
আমাকে বোলো না কোনো সান্ত্বনাবাণী
ছুঁয়ে দিও না ভুলেও
এভাবেই জেগে থেকে থেকে
চোখদুটো পাথর হবে একদিন
ভাস্কর্য হয়ে যাব আমিও
Wednesday, June 26, 2019
Sunday, June 23, 2019
Friday, June 21, 2019
যেদিন যুদ্ধ থেমে যাবে [The day when this war will be ended]
Sunday, June 16, 2019
Hope
Cuddling with a pillow at the corner in my bed under the thin quilt,
Flowery stitched by my mom by her used monocolored saries
Long time ago.
At midnight when thermostat goes down slightly
I open my eyes almost blindly
I feel you are there still like always
"Again old you are"
I hold a grudge down my throat
I over hear your thinking that you are going for fishing next morning
I know it would be the old fisherman's story again
That I used to ignore and get disgusted about
But it's important to decide whether I will share the quilt or not...hush...
Hope, you are an old depressed man.
Thursday, June 13, 2019
Delusion
Why this has happened to me
Why I am lying on a bed of lie
Why there r shadows around
Whimsical and scattered
Why I am melting in a vase
Why I can't hold a hand for longer
Even after the death of my soul
Outside
it is summer
It is rain
It is winter
It is spring
Flowers are blooming for me
I can hear them blooming
I can smell them
From my grave
I walked long way down the streets in this very city
The lies chased me first then I chased them
When I was joyful
When I was numb
When I was loved and even
when I was dumped
Into my grave into this city
My breaths were stuck up in my throat
I was running to home
Yes I couldn't hold my tears
When I reached home I screamed in the shower
It's my tiny little story in this beloved city
It was party
It was me I saw
Playing and singing a song
I saw
People traffic lights puzzles
In between
I just wanted to sing a song that says "I love you"
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
Fire on a Needle
Can melt you down to a liquor on a little silver foil
Then set you up to the air my friend
You will be inhaled by yourself
You can be drawn before you clean
It's all your consciousness
Awake beneath your misfit presence
By all means
All the small things
You can sense now
You do care for a small thing now dear friend
And happy to chase after rest of your life
Behind a little fire on a needle
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Obsession
What about all our promises?
What about our plans baby?
What about all our fantasies?
It's not a good time
Don't freak me out
freak me out
don't don't don't
Just leave and let live a life"
It's what?
Your reality or a meer pride?
I don't know what to do
How to deal with it baby
I wish you to take me only
with you on the other side
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Little Toes (For Nusrat Jahan Rafi)
Miles of burnt skin flash bones veins organs
Miles of souls abuses tears screams
I saw
So I decided to stay awake
So I should stay awake
I don't sleep
I can't sleep
I should keep my eyes stretched
I don't sleep
I shouldn't sleep
My eyes are getting flashed
My eyes are getting stabbed
My eyes will be bleeding
But I shouldn't close them
No I shouldn't shut them down
I watch their souls
I hear them screaming
In the air
All in the air
They are running down from sky high
Oh my poor soul
My soul comes down from sky high too
We drag the sky down to the little grass tips
We should drag the sky down to her little toes
Oh little toes
Soft like my little sister's demanding words
They were to walk around
They were to move round the world
They were to dance like happy birds
They were to touch the morning dews on grasses first
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| Nusrat Jahan Rafi on the bed of Burn Unit of Dhaka Medical College |
Thursday, April 4, 2019
Blue is the color of my soul dragging into
I hide my glances from you for instance
I felt an ocean of pain deep inside
My love turned blue like an endless time
I will not regret
I will carry my love till the end of the endless time
Blue is always my favorite color
I believed that blue is the color of love
I took my fingers away from your forehead
I was about to touch
I departed so far with your well wishes
I will not regret
I will stay far away till the end of this tiny life
What's the difference
I always believed that distance doesn't matter
What I whispered
What I was about to verse
When you were seemed to be so close to my soul
When you were in black from top to toe
When you were struggling
When you were hopeful
When you got over and moved on...
My world turned black so black like a moonless night
I will not regret
Black is always my color of charm
Brings dust leaves smells rains through the windshield to my eyes
Someday you were walking in the rain by the street
Alone
You forgot today what was the emptiness you had that day
I wished to be with you
I don't regret
I couldn't bring you some fresh air that day
My words my silence couldn't heal ur wounds
But I truly wished to be with you
Rather I embraced silence
I never made a song that you could love
I been always drugged into my sad songs
I never knew the tricks so that you could fall into
So I choose the distance of a universe
It's not your wish or it's not your comfort
Even not those of mine
Sometimes distance evidences an immortal love
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
Bohemian Me
I hv grown up like a bohemian
I never knew da ways or da destinations
I learnt how to walk rather
So I walked
N so I m walking...
N so I m watching around
Meeting right n wrong people
I skim them through n I like them all
Some of them like me some hate some r indifferent
I walked n I m still
I lost them all n I m still
I lost dearest ones I met once n those I never meant to
N places I lost dat I worth n dat I don't
I lost money resources energy patience
I never counted n I dont
Most I lost is time
I never counted n I don't
Days n nights
Heavy n light
For me or not for me
Today now while I m feeling so scattered
Whispering insanely to stretch each fine lines of time in between
Thriving around
I want to stop me cowardly
Coz I don't wanna write another SadSong.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Lost in dreams
Some voice told me that "You are blind.
You are a Blind poet who is falling down from the mountain top"
I felt that I was bleeding inside and out
My soft skin oh
My deep wide eyes...
My delicate heart and
My purest soul...
Why I was left here?
Sombody was playing some obvious melody lines
Is it all for me?
I thought
I was bleeding
And I was blind
They were close to my conciousness
They were helpless to help me out
They all were virtual
I was bleeding
And I was blind
Some I trusted and some I didn't
What's the difference anyway
I was lost in my dreams
Some I trusted and some I didn't
What's the difference anyway
"Its all just a dream
Wake up and come back to life."
I melted my life with them long time ago
And I believed its true
I was lost long time ago
I have been falling for long
And I have been bleeding inside and out for long
And I am blind for long
My soft skin oh
My deep wide eyes...
My delicate heart and
My purest soul...
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
Vogue Tapestry
Green n red n sky blue glaze
I did color my grey wound heart too
In one n two n three n pace
I did grown n set u free
Walked my path the way it were be
One n two n three n thee
Prisoner prisoner prisoner's counts
Just on n off from prisoner's house
Thy was here n thy shall be
Thy shall roam in vogue tapestry
Prisoner prisoner prisoner be
Count one n two n three n thee
English Translation of Bangla Folk Song: Fakir Lalon Shah; চিরদিন পুষলাম এক অচিন পাখি; Forever I Nurtured a Mysterious Bird
Forever I Nurtured a Mysterious Bird Forever I nurtured a mysterious bird, which never discloses its identity. For this grief, my eyes ...
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The Fear of Losing Castes They cry over the fear of losing castes! What a strange factory of humans! Nobody agrees on real works, Everyo...
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Back to the city again The city that never understood me The city that never healed my wounds Where I lost my love and screamed But I c...























