Gorom Gorom

Aaj ekhane darun gorom.....ek to Meghla akash..... humidity te prananto abohawwa doptoro...tar upore bajar o gorom..... Hong Kong e baish bochorer chokra ra minister hocche amader ekhane keno hobe na eta ekta gorom shomoshya....pujor age rastar khora khurir chote kon minister morning walk e thyang khora hoye geche tateo gorom...Haal filer jhore onek gach pore geche....tai minister ra r kono risk nebe na....rastar gach katachhe....Karon ebar protima udbodhodhon korte eshe ahoto ba nihoto Tao Abar naturally hote chan na.... holey hoy shohid hoben na hole jele jaben....ei issue teo public gorom....

Flyover hoyeche guti kotok....bhenge o porche tar moddhe...Tai bajar gorom je pujoy baki kota porbe ki porbe na....bus route gulo naki via Neemtola ba via Keoratola kora hobe sheta niyeo gorom torko!!!!.... auto wala ra ajkal jom er middle man...orao ajkal naki decide korche population ke kibhabe control kora jaye.... contraceptives noy indirect medical ground....majhrastay giye ulte dao
..... especially jodi bus rasta hoy.....5 in one blow.....kichu bollei union gorom.....Na hole CNG gas gorom ....kichu khetre abar CNG pheteo naki pichon pure lok mara jachhe .... doctor bolechen sorry " butt" it was 80 % burn....ekhaneo gorom

Shob sheshe obosshoi pujor bajar...... khobor er kagoj gulo ekhon tabloid......protita patay ekhon shudhu sale.....baba ra paper er pata lukote lukote hoyran.....fanke fokore.....jekhane shekhane sale....juto jama moja emonki chal daal ataa teo sale....TV kinle mixie debe boshar ghore fuldani noy mixie shajan.....ei torkeo shobai gorom....

Korta Ginni Shonglaap

Prekkhapot (scene): Durga Puja aagoto . Korta bahir hote brishti bheja hoye firechen. Ginnir tiroshkar.

Charitra (characters): Korta (husband)
Ginni (wife)..Parar chele (local boys)


Ginni:  Ei je ! Etokkhone ele

Korta: Ta r ki korbo....jaa brishti!

Ginni: Hyaan! Brishti to shudhu tomar eklar mathar uporei porchilo.....
Chhata ta niye gelei parte!

Korta: Dekho! Jedin i khoborer kagoj dekhe chhata niye beriyechi shedin gulotei to brishti hoy ni....

Ginni: Tai aaj ekebare gobor gonesh hoye firle?!

Korta:  Khobordar! Tumi amar baba tule kotha bolbe na!

Ginni: Uuuuuh! Keno oi gonesher i to gobor Tumi.....

Korta:  Ki? Amay gobor bolle?

Ginni:  Nah....tomar mathay bhora

Korta:  Amar mathay gobor bhora?

Ginni: Abar ki.....kalo Megh dekheo je kagoj pore "Akash porichonno thakbe " bole....take r ki bolbo?

Korta:  Khobor kagoj mitthe?

Ginni:  Mitthey Noy....guler dipo! Tomar moton lokera jekhane kagoj chhapay shekhane jaalyati Chara are ki hobe?

Korta:  Ki?? Ami jaali?

Ginni: Aar nato ki.....biyer shomoy Amar babake boloni Tumi amay Rani kore rakhbe? Ekta cycle , shonar chain, emonki amar babar shadher radiota porjonto....

Korta: Rani Kore rakhini? Kono shashuri shoshur nei...

Ginni: Uuuuh Rani? Na methrani....ei to shedin ekrash chaipash giley eshe shudhui matlami r bomi......amay pronaam kore bolle abar "tumi amar mayer moton"!!!! Cheeee cheeee

Korta: O..orokom...iye mane...ektu


Ginni: Iye mane ektu?....r tomar baba? Gonesh chondro.....mod kheye amar babar dewa cycle niye Krishnor chokro baniye parar pandel e uthe.... Chee Chee

Korta:  Opoya!....cycle Tai opoya

Ginni:  Ki bolle Amar Babar cycle opoya?

Korta: R nato ki....oi cycle er chakay to dhuti antke baba amar acto korte giye stage theke r firlo na...

Ginni: Aha! Stage theke? Ke re amar Uttam Kumar....ota pandel! Pandel e uthe cycle niye upur hoye kaliya kaliya Kore keliye gechilo tomar baba

Kirta: Motei keliye jaye ni.....oi shobboneshe cycle tar jonnei to....

Ginni:  Khobordaar! Mukh khuliyo na...!  Shobboneshe cycle???? Mod kheye keu cycle chore chokhe haawa lagate jay? Keu konodin baper jomme shuneche?

Korta: Gorom legechilo ....Tai baba amar...iye....

Ginni: Tomar baba iye! Tini iyei bote! Moder ghore pasher barir jethimake "Suchitra di ami apnar bhokto" boleni? Jethu eshe kaan mule bariye pouche dilo shebar

Korta: Baba Amar  bhokto....

Ginni: Thak! Kisher bhokto shuni? Shara jibon janla diye jethimake jhari merechen ....

Korta: Khobordaar! Eshob rotona!

Ginni: Rotona? Kotobaar jethu thyang khora Kore debar humki diyeche shuni? Arektu holei tomar apisher khoborer kagoj ei khobor beroto!

Korta: Tomar motoi ora shob hingshute...

Ginni: Ami hingshute??

Karta: Aar nato ki.....tomar Babar radio niye sharadin raat shuye thakte.....ektu khobor shunbo tao upay nei...sharadin shudhu naki shurey jotorokom bioscope er gaan!

Ginni: Modo matal shob! Tomra gaaner ki bojho.....gaan bujhten amar baba...Sri Bhootnath Brishospoti ....Tai to radiota...

Korta: Bhootubabur bhooture radio....emni cholena...charte chore duti thapporey....Tobe giye tini mukh khulten....tao emon awaj je Kishore Kumar na Lata bojha day....

Ginni:  Uuuuuh.....oi radio niyei to tomar baba abar ghumote jeten....

Korta: Oi radiota o opoya....

Ginni: Bolbeito jantum.....tomar Goneshchandra babar oi radio niye kom kechha? Natok shune ghumiye pore...rater bela kattayoni kattayoni kore uthone pichle pore haat bhangeni? Abar bole kina tolowar chalate giye pore gechi!......boli otoi jodi shokh ta nijer grama phone ta ralkhlei parten....moder adday oti beche shudhu chonga ta mathay diye firechilen....cheeee cheee

Korta: Tumi abar amar Baba tulle?

Ginni: Tolar r ki ache.....uni to agei potol tulechen.....

Korta: Aha ki bhasha.....

Ginni: Ta ki bolbo? Tomar porom pujoniyo pitrideb nijer dhuti te pa fele pandel shomet humri kheye pore ashurer gola bogole niye gonga jatra korechen?

Korta: Ishh.....tomar moton ginni thakle .....ei jonnei agekar diner lokera banprosthe jeten

Ginni: Ta Tumi jao na.....ek nagare 12 bochhor to jalale....

Korta: Tai jabo...

Ginni: Uuuuuh....boli mollar dour mosjid ...Jabe to moder thek....r rate ferot eshe....Amar payei abar pronaam korbe.....

Korta: Hargiz noy......

Ginni: Tahole beraler bati theke dudh churi kore khabe....

Korta:  Ki amay beraler dudh chor bolle....

Ginni: Ja koro Tai bollum.....tomar jalay Shyama amar addhek din to ratey khay na....o bojhe tomar jala...

Korta: Beta kalo bhaam; tay abar Shyama....boli oke oto shohag kore gamla bhorti doodh khawanor ki ache....Amar rokto jol Kora uparjon.....

Ginni:  Uuuuh ....rokto na mod.....ja gile shorire jomiyecho Tate r rokto nei shobi oi joy ma Tara dishi r shishi

Korta:  Bhogobaan! Eishob shonar cheye atmohotta Kora bhalo....aaj i Ami bish khabo....

Ginni:  Bishe tomar moron nei....

Korta:  Keno????

Ginni:  Ja bish oi joy ma tara theke jomiyecho Tate kono bish i tomar kaje debe na....morte paro jodi tomar Babar moto pandel bhangte paro to....jao parar cheleder jiggesh koro....ebare ora tomay ....

Korta:  Ki pandel bhangte debe kina?

Ginni:  Nah....pushpanjoli dite debe kina.....shebar theke to thyang khora Kore debar humkir chote ar pujotei berou na

Korta:  Padmabhushon kauke bhoy pay na...

Ginni:  Uuuuh.....kana cheler naam padmolochon....Chanda chaite elei to tomar beg peye jaye....

Korta: Ami kana? Nah.....aar shojjho hocche na....aaji ami jedike duchokh chay chole jabo...

(Amon shomoy dorjay toka)

Ginni: Ke?

Parar chele: Kakima ebarer dugga pujor Chanda ta....

Korta:  Ei re....o ginni....Amar abar koltolay jete hobe....

Ginni:  Keno tomar duchokh ebar ki kolktolay chay

Korta:  Ah....thatta korona....jao giye oder bolo Kaku ekhon nei....bijoyar pore firbe....

Ginni: Hahaha.....(Ginnir Hasi)

Sailor By The Sea

I scourged the oceans
Drifted into the sea
I was born a sailor
And a sailor I shall be

The bustling harbours
Where Porter's commute
To the gurgling anchors
And an officer's salute
I hear the water again
The sea beckons me
I was born a sailor
And a sailor I shall be

I have sailed to the rising sun
And when moon beam shone my way
I sailed the quiet sky
I sailed when typhoon sway
The compass swirled
To remind me
I was born a sailor
And a sailor I shall be

The Comoros Island
Where the blue meets blue
The sapphire land and the azure sea too
I spent moments of stare at the beauty I see
But steer away as Shanghai called me
The white ship sails
And I must agree
I was born a sailor
And a sailor I shall be

Pujor Rong Holud!

Jai hok ebarer pujor rong naki Holud......Mejoma ekkhana holud ronger salwar kameez pathiyechen shokal belai.....

Ghum theke uthe gechilum hant tey jake bole bangalir morning walk...orthat ager dine roshiye khawar shokal shokal khesharot ditey.....mane ek orthey papokkhoy.....baritey eshei janlum prapti jog ghoteche....khub je darun shukhomoy ta noy kintu prapti.....ekebarei holud!!!

Emnitei shorkari shobkichui holud.....taxi holud, bus holud, school bus gulo obosshoi holud, rastaar notun namkoron holud, file holud, emonki rastaa khora hocche 'danger'  sign gulou holud....tar moddhe abar amar jamatao holud!!! Baba!!!!

Bongololona jokhon gayer rongtio majaa.....kothay bole ujjal shyamborna....manei kalor epaash r opaash....jhai hok kopale holud!!!....

Amader deshe shorkarer upore raag shobar....alo nei shorkarer dosh...jol nei shorkar doshi...rastaa one way shorkar je ki korche...manholer dhakna niye lok paliye jay shorkar dayi....chandaa uthche na tao shorkarer dosh....mushkil holo giye amar holud jama jodi shorkari upakhyan diye pujoy amay jonogon atke rekhe dholai dey holud aro holud hoye jabe!!!

Vishwakarma "Mai" Ki Jai!

Shokal thekei darun brishti.....kaday bhore geche shob jayga.....shob rastai municipality aar doyay ekhon Uday Shonkor Soroni hoye dariyeche....hatur betha ,komorer betha ,ghare betha, bus e chorle haate betha, gunto khele abar bukeo betha..."aah !!! Ektu dekhe chalao na bhai"....."Kichur korar nei dada rastaa kharap didi ke bolun"....Bojho!!.....

Jai hok ei betha brishti thaka shotteo'  Bissokorma mai ki jay' !!!!
 Bole ki ??? ....Vishwakarma mai???? Aar na to ki???

 Garage bondho shokal thekei pet ey amritorosh....bissokorma mai ki jay! !!!
"Uff!! Ei bristi badlaa te tyre ta gelo...ektu dekhe dao na bhai"....."Ki je bolen kaku aaj je bissokorma pujo...sob bondho"!

Mike e cholche jhinku gaan taar shonge shobai taalmataal.....mangshor dokane darun bhir....bissokorma mai ki jai.....garager dada der pawa jacchena shokal thekei....boudi ra shokal thekei hebbi besto.....purut der powa baro...ek to jotro totro pujo tao abar dada der mon furtir praan gorer maath...

Bole mon bhalo hole shobai tokhon dil doriya....
" Daduke aaj ek packet mishti beshi dish"....eksho takar jaygay dusho beriye geleo aaj hisheb nei.....ginni daant kormor korleo...."Ke boleche bhul kore diyechi?? Besh korechi beshi diyechi ......bochore last pujo bissokorma mai ki jai!!"

An Absence In A Chaos.......(essay)

 I shall be incorporating my bengali scribbles all written in English for all my friends and especially those who cannot read Bangla yet can speak and understand.


"Jhoro jhoro borishe Bari dhara
 Hai pothobashi....Hai gotiheeno.....Hai grihohara" 

It's been raining since three days now......What started as a surprise shower...Brought back the losing spring chill into the air.....While young and old argued global warming over steaming mud cups of tea and bakery biscuits.....Some simply resorted to the thrill of the wicked shiver of the down pour.

While the boshonto Utsav being right around the corner....Children gearing up with the latest spray guns and Gariahat selling all the variable colours to add the galore of the much awaited Holi.....The rain remains totally unaccounted for.....Yet people seem glad.....The deities recieving happy whole hearted head bows and prayers for the chills to last a little longer before the blasting summer turns the big bad goon and talk of the town.

It pours......and pours..... the​ clinking rain drops against the windows....The gushes on the road ......The shed curtains of water making visibility a difficult proposition .....the droplets ensuring cabbies dare loose their concentration while playing merrily on the windshield " I make u sit on the edge" game.

Looking out the window the drops against the pane making various shapes of spiders....Sliding against another to form a letter......Slipping to join make an animal.....Unmindful made me hum the lines.

A face makes a happy appearance and leaves with every blaring headlight illuminating the droplets into shining trinkets......A dazzle and gone!!!....Again the face among the faded darkness half lit, smiling....."kemon acho"....A wicked taunting smirk that gorges into a throaty giggle.

Sitting here by the window.....Still recovering from the cold feet that the dirty cold water happily gulfed into my shoes....A steaming cup of tea.....Such a contrast against the pouring coolness against the steaming aromatic waves.....Each daring the other from the either side of the window glass....Then both suddenly conspiring to bring my favorite memory back.....".Ki go chokotti".....and the throaty giggle......I smile aimlessly sipping on the steaming cup.....Embracing myself in an absent hug....Against a warm pot belly....."boroder bhurite haat dite nei"......I laugh this time.....Blowing much steam altogether over the cup to form a cloud in the rain cleared glass......An unmindful finger simply scribbled childishly....."miss you......"

Closer

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Showers hit the pane high and low....
The clinking patters play
Not so long ago was I next to him.....
For the fragrance still lasts away.

To him it was playful.....
Glinting eyes yet to see
And yet the question lingers.....
Why were you closer to me?

The glasses dark n deep....
Hid the glint away
Did u not feel the skin...
The throbbing heart sway.

Where were you my friend.....
Close to me yet so far
The fluttering emotions....
Doors to soul left ajar.

The silent touch...upheaved emotions.....
The hand held warm n cold
And yet the question lingers....
Are you not told?

Demanding as I am....
Would brave heart the true....
The clocks ticking by......
Closer ....closest to you.

For You Are Ever Mine

The rains crept in the middle of the night..... unearthly hours when I lay in your arms
A crooning Melody plays behind.....the drizzle....the music...the panting rain.....adds to the mood

Fingers entwining each other's.....you know how mysteriously the gaps in mine fills with your....as if they were meant to hold them on such a night

The breeze blows strands of hair on my face......you raise your finger .....do not touch the fateful face.....it's for me to see and ponder.....
The fingers grow lightly on skin....taking it all the way back to my nape.....a hand which stands comforting.... closes the distance....

Eye meets the eye....the breath so close to bear....the lips seal in a silent kiss.....beating and thumping the heart to tear

There are no knights in shining armour.....but here you lay beside me motionless and still....
A breathing heart..... love n care.....tender touch and strong arms fair.....a protective embrace from you my love

Even the damsels can't deny.....not any knight...or the mightiest  king....can embrace n sink in tranquil sleep ....for you are ever mine.....

Tears

Need you see the light beyond....
Recall a past that doesn't exist
Crave for a human heart.... A body ....a soul
That was never meant to be yours
Fools rush in where angels dare tread......
Clouded eyes....a bit of reality that exist
Sparkling from your eyes....down ur cheeks.....
Happiness that's in ur dreams....

Night fall

The sun rises and se­ts in the blue

leaving a golden dust across the horizon

A twilight witnesses the dawn and dusk

But the night sky re­mains silent

The glory of the sun hides it all

with heat light and warmth

but the sky awaits

as patiently as the nocturnal soul

It rises again silen­tly yet beautifully

Spreading tiny specks of diamonds all ac­ross her face

The  crisp breeze pushing away the motionless war­mth

The land responds gi­ving up the heat

Lying on the cool gr­ass

resting my head on my arms

I smell the night

the coolness, the se­renity, the calm com­fort

Where she spreads her vast wings again

over me

over the entire cosm­os

a black lyre studded with twinkling diam­onds

Whispering in my ears as I doze off

"he is still there

and i am watching ov­er you both

Sleep my gentle ..

With you

Often in the stealth of the night
When the moon shines bright
I walk the road I walked with you

The dawn of a morning
The half lit park
I stroll the park...I strolled with you

The dew laden bench
On a winter morning
A lazy finger rubs the dew
I smile the smile .....I smiled with you

The hawkers tea
A steaming cup
The scent of the Brew...a refreshment so
I quench the thirst....I quenched with you

The calm waters of the lake
Feet dipped in the nippy stretch
A playful splash..watching the ripples grow
I throat the giggle...I giggled with you

Now that you are blessed
An angel giggles at your hearth
A Bonnie smile ....a toddling fairy that makes u smile
You smile with her .....I smile with you

Apostle's of dreams

If the wings were on me I wud fly where eagles dare to tread.....With u on my back in a spur of a moment glide thru the wet dry clouds slicing the wind to escalate the highest......N see the world from there....The ravines....Meandering rivers....Snow capped mountains mighty stand proud.....U wud as usual say in an uneasy way ....To leave n get back to the ground....i wud hug u.....Embrace u till the time u forgot the obvious.....none to see us here....rest my head on ur shoulder .....urs on mine....

Then in a magic moment sprinkle the pixie dust to reach the serene chandrataal lake.....The full moon dips at the lake on the darkest night when the spotless sky reveal it's true black against a milky white ash stained imperfect moon.....Standing in the waist full of water looking deeper into ur face my hands around ur neck urs around mine.....U wud as usual say in an uneasy way.......To leave n get back to the ground....i wud hug u.....Embrace u till the time u forgot the obvious.....none to see us here....kiss ur face

With a twist of Harry's broken wand will spin n rollover among the sands of Pharaohs...... Against the twilight of the dusky morning the shimmering triads hopelessly trying to making a shadow in the sands of time...... Giggling while we roll on the soft warm sand.... breathing upheaved on ur face urs on mine ....The Phoenix guarding over our head.....U wud as usual say in an uneasy way.......To leave n get back to the ground....i wud hug u.....Embrace u till the time u forgot the obvious.....none to see us here.....Engage ur lips with all the passion

A clap in the hand n clinking the heels of Bhooter raja shoes shall run laughing ...among the upper slopes of Rhine in to the dense foliage....Hiking our way hand in hand slipping thru all slopes the chill on ur back warmth in our hearts hugging with much yearning.....Where the noon sun plays a hide n seek thru the canopy of leaves glistening against the white Crystal snow on the highest branches of Scots pines oaks elm....Where once the Grimm fairy tales the ghostly Vikings wrote ....U wud as usual say in an uneasy way.......To leave n get back to the ground....i wud hug u.....Embrace u till the time u forgot the obvious.....none to see us here......Pulling u closer taking u in my arms me in urs engaging once more ....

Shaking the genie in a bottle command to take us to ground.....The ground where u wud stand....N I lie low.....6feet under......The ground as u wished....As I wished.....The fluttering hearts now apart....None to see...The eye of Phoenix....The haunting Grimm brothers....The scourging eagle eyes nor the light of the imperfectly perfect full moon shall not reach us now.....Yearning from beneath whispering ur name till the last shall deliver u the ground....At ease now ....None to see us.....Ever again....Love u....