A Master Piece

Have you seen the colours of spring
Rose peach orange yellow Amber grease
Colours that I saw when Earth laughed with flowers
To create a master piece

I yearn to touch the Autumn sky...
Fluttering clouds on soothing blue that never cease
Colours that I saw looking up at the blue
To create a master piece

The rains that pours across the glass
Reflects street lights with abundance release
Colours that I saw on rain stained glass
To create a master piece

The boyhood years of purling joys
Running across green moors ever so peace
Colours that I saw at every meadow
To create a master piece

The church spires flame on a wedding day
Grooms and bride amongst laughter and bliss
Colours that I saw amongst their twinkling eyes
To create a master piece

The August moon that shone of love
A soldier on his fence receives
Colours that I saw when he read his post
To create a master piece

Of all the colours in around us
Our colourful world as we see
I am still to paint a picture for all
And create a master piece

Song Of The Past

The train left the station
The whistles blew off guard
Unmindful in my journey
I hummed a song of past

The song of love and joy
Of closeness and memories amassed
Unmindful in my journey
I hummed a song of past

The fields ran green and rooks ran blue
Yellow dandelions showered a contrast 

Unmindful in my journey
I hummed a song of past

The song rose high on one of souls
The warm embrace that did outlast

Unmindful in my journey
I hummed a song of past

The beauty of lips that kissed with zeal
The sailor's heart dismast
Unmindful in my journey
I hummed a song of past

The rain quenched the country hill
As the train looped the hillocks cast
Unmindful in my journey
I hummed a song of past

The end of journey at a hill...cottages that run afar
The closing twilight that spoke avast
Unmindful through my journey
I hummed the song of past

She.......The Warrior

She was afraid of heights

But she was much more afraid of never flying

- Atticus

The dawn showed a flamingo sky...

It was the time to say goodbye

Rose she from the arms of her warrior

Strained with memories of love....

The rains swept across the sea

The waters where the enemy would be

Awaiting the dawn for her warrior

Who lay yet unharmed....

She crept low to the porch

Where ashes spread from the nights flaming torch Reminding her of ignited passions

The rains brought in last night....

She danced the dance in his arms

None in the court could miss their charms

Such beauty and grace with valiant adore

Undaunted spirits high.....

Wine from her lips...yearning in his eyes

Adorations spoken unspoken...mutual fervor high

She loved her love all night long

As the sky poured in an endless ardor....

Now she stands watching the grey beyond

One more day....once more if she could bond

The warmth of breath ....the embrace so bold

Endearing intimacy...the besotted delight....

Her warrior must leave and bid adieu 

The vibrant pennant the winds that blew

The bugle voiced the final call

She watched in calm her warrior's eyes.....

They embraced each other one last time

Under the sky filled with battle chime 

He held her close.... embraced her long

As she knew in her heart she felt him no more..

A Soul Within

I am not this hair
I am not this skin
I am this soul.....
that lives within......
 - Rumi

Existence is pure Bliss.....
 And to find it deep within
 A gurgling child.....your mother's hand...
 A white flower....the sea shore sand
 A long warm hug.....a forgotten song
 An old photograph hung all along
 A toothless smile.....a quiet afternoon
 A sudden rain.....a romantic moon
 A lover's touch....a tinge of pain
 A friend you lost.... and found him again
 A long long ride....a scenic trip
 A sailors wind that moves his ship
 The walk on grass....the wet cold dews
 A box full of littering mews
 A passionate kiss....a whisper in your ear
 An sensuous touch of the skin so near
 A tickle on skin....a glinting eye
 The warmth of breath that takes you high
 All that is worldly yet it is not
 The universe and her powerful plot
 To mesmerise the soul in you
 Your identity....that you so knew......

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