Propose Day

It's another evening of the starry light......from streets through the window....Lightning up the corners of the bedsheet that hung lazily with the occasional slow flits of the breeze.....

The lights schemingly dance a little on my pillow near my ears.......while I lay around trailing the fan blades that cast an illusive shadow on the ceiling.....

It's late.....the grandfather clock down the hall chimed it's last almost an hour ago...the radio crooning Akhtari Ghazal "ab chalakte hue Sagar nahi dekhe jaate....touba ke baad ye manzar nahi dekhe jaate.....humne dekha hai zamane ka badalna lekin ....unke badley hue tevar nhi dekhe jate"

I tossed my bare legs slipping out of the blue green duvet spreading over the cream bedsheet....languid fingers moving on the dotted bright orange birds n leaves printed on the sheet.......my chin resting on pillow.....long tresses of soft hair covering half my face.....I am awake when the world is in the arms of Morpheus.

Waving at u till I could finally see no more......the yellow taxi along with u disappeared in the hustle of the cross roads..... While I stood there and waited......the breeze blew my black tresses over my face as if to vainly curtain close your departure..... the noise stopped.......the wind silenced......the vendors muted...the car honks reduced to an indistinct wave ......the memory of you leaving reran in my mind......I wished to relive the moment......your touch sliding over my fingers....for the last time before the taxi arrived......the longing stares ....argumentative of who would miss the other more.....a strained smile...aware of every parting moment that enclosed upon us......only if I could have held the moonbeam for once.....

Now the moonbeam sneaks through the window......Aimlessly falls on my bed......cajoling my senses to numbness...."ranjish hi sahi.....dil yeh dukhane ke liye aaaaa...

Aa phir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa".......while u board the taxi and i sidled upto the half stuck side glass....your fingers reaching a futile entangle with mine..."will you be mine ", I whisper to proffer....your compelling eyes glanced back in amazement....."Yes.....yes and yes........"while the taxi swooned into the galleys of traffic....ur head stuck out of the window "yes a thousand times"!....while your voice disappeared into the usual gurgle of the busy street.....

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Vulnerable

To be or not to be  

Is a question that has no answer....

But people jest with broken hearts 

So that they miss no chancer!

A cruel world I say 

Where they strike u most when vulnerable...

And question ur integrity,

Even if they are culpable....

An apology....is formal they say 

Even when ur hearts all broken.....

A mend of sweet words, a genuine endeavour...

A healing touch.....none so ever spoken...

Time shall mend my friend.....

They say and laugh at the most susceptible 

But u who hurt with disrespect,

Ur day shall come as insufferable.

Share the love, joy n spirit within 

Be a happy reason for the life we have...

Empathy, care and all things nice 

Shall rebound as a blessing from above!!!

Woman As You Are

 She was born to be free...

Among flowers n trees,

And fly with birds,

While play with herds.

But shackles grew

Before she knew,

For the lies they fed

Of obscurity instead.

Her exuberance shunted...

Her prowess disregarded...

Her dreams looted,

Her voice muted.

Oh people make way....

Of the new she today

Of grace dignified,

And exuberance personified!

You hid her gift,

And thought they went adrift...

She was here always

With absolute grace,

Amidst all shackles and ban

Nurturing him to be a man.

She was a gem so rare

You thought her unaware...

Kept her a lock,

While she taught u to walk.

Now think oh people.....

Whom u thought so feeble

Could bear the yolk and still be chaste

A man in so eternal penal....would he last?

LA VIE MAGNIFIQUE

LA VIE MAGNIFIQUE

"I cannot rest from travel: I will drink

Life to the lees:"

Ulysses....Lord Tennyson

She travelled with the wind and lay

Once upon a time in May

The sun kissed sand where they sang and say

Her love awaiting at the bay

They sang her song

They danced along

The flowers blossomed and birds tweet

Banquet of gourmets food​ and sweet

They drank and dined

The food n wine

With merry hearts of love

Till stars twinkled above

They lay on the warmth of sand

A far crooning of a weary band

The night with her mystic sky

Endless spirits of affections high

Her dazzling smile his gleaming eyes

The gorgeous splendour of love and surprise

The comfort of his arms around

The sumptuous softness of the ground

Her whispers of love

Of turtle dove

His endless smile

Charming and gentile

He knew he had this night with her

For leaving the shore to travel afar

The ships wud sail at twilight dawn

And he would be gone to quest along

For months before he saw that smile

The gorgeous eyes like depths of Nile

His aching heart would quench and chime

As they lay embarced another time

A Love Story

 She walks in beauty

 of the night
 Of cloudless climes
 And starry skies
...........Lord Byron


She was born a beauty of the realms
A child who played and sang
Of meadows past across the field
 The beauty glimmers with dawning gleams.

At night the mystified stars that shone
The fireflies around her like magic spells
 She gurgled with joy among the scented clump
 With blossoming days a maiden grown

With the rains came love from highland throne
 A battered hero who saw no more
 Than his love across the drizzling field
 As if the heaven found his betrothed unknown

They found the love in the crystal showers
 Where once she played and ran
 The rooks had grown and bounty land
 The clump brimming with flowers

They vowed when the drizzle adorn
 The land breathed with joy
 Of merry cheer and food and fest
 That came to halt at the English horn

They found peace in thunder love in rain
 They vowed on soul and joy
 The horn blew a call of task
 A battle story that brings pain and again

The sky weeped  and weeped the whole day long
 And several days more
 Till battles fought that bled the grass
 And bugle blew each darkness song

Came the king with spires in hand
 Battles won enemies gone
 The realm is free they told
 But showering blisters didn't soothe her pain
 Her love remain untold

They spoke no more of him and went
 She ran across the field
 It rained today amongst the corpse that lay
 The blood the land appeared to yield

She found her vow and all her love
 Battered and dunked in pain
 Oh my love you belong to me
 No matter the frame of crumbling pain

She found her joy in broken arms
 And broken ribs that was never the same
 But he who loved her bounty n more
 And she would only love his claim

They danced in rain once more
 A broken leg he came to fault
 She picked him up and giggled again
 For her life no more knew to halt.

A Golden Reward

Waiting for long when longing returns
The door ajar for you
You stride in oh but casually
With memories old and new
I arise from my slumber embolden
From a silent wait that was golden.

For silence speaks what none hears
No fright no sound no beat
You came in silence to me from afar
No fear of renouncing or defeat
I arise from my slumber embolden
From a silent wait that was golden.

To love you when I was alone
Longed you more in solitude
You owned me with a smile
The heartiest the eyes can elude
I arise from my slumber embolden
From a silent wait that was golden.

The distance that held us apart
I chose to remain in love
For isolation knows no spurning
In the land, soul or above
I arise from my slumber embolden
From a silent wait that was golden.

You crept back when the rain set in
I kissed you when the sky sprinkled joy
For the droplets were gentler than my lips
Living my dreams in your arms employ
I arise from my slumber embolden
From a silent wait that was golden.

I dreamt the dreams even though distant
For my dreams held you to me
Forever and closest we were
Like the unbound endless sea
I arise from my slumber embolden
From a silent wait that was golden.

Men Dream At Sea

Peeping through the clouds off my bow
The bifrost bridge appeared and how
Colours of heaven all but seven
Joy to my soul this rainbow has given

-Capt Aditya

Ahoy! Said the captain
To his unshakable crew
They marched into the nomadic sea
And bid the land adieu.

The boys will grow to men
The men would acquire stories
The treacherous sea awaits them
Where they carry forth there glories.

The mystic maiden voyaged along
To far off distant lands
With goods and tales to exchange
The oceans and seas they scanned.

They scourged many a land
For trades, where boys turn men
The calmness of the deeper sea
Grew treacherous calm again.

The night she came an untamed tempest
From over a sudden creek
The frenzy crew the unshakable men
For a moment felt a weak.

Ahoy! Said the Captain
Shaking his locks of grey
She comes to test your zeal your trust
Fear her not, beyond her we head our way.

Charge ! I say to the dooms door
Let her dance and torment
My men I stand with you through her tumultuous passion
For our zest to live is our sole consent.

We shall live with valor
And hold our pride
Come my lads with your souls of voyagers
Together lets break her tides.

The night long dance the tempest danced
The fury calmed and cool
The wary crew lay scattered and scarred
The mystic floated to the Istanbul.

Ahoy! Said the captain
With a charge but cheer in his voice
Pointing to the distant sky
Where all men looked and rejoiced.

Said the Mogul with his locks of grey
Over the rainbow where the skies are blue
Your dreams my men that you dare to dream
They really do come true...​ 

Emerging You

An  usual happy life
A morning bright n blue
Have you ever met your self
Emerging across you.

In among the worldly conversations
That raise your spirits and hue
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

In mirror that you see in modest admiration
A reflection you thought you knew
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

When you lay watching the stars
Matching imagination that your fingers drew
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

In the arms that you hide unmistakably warm
A sense of one that grew
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

The rains of emotions that quenches soul
At night when the humdrum had bid adieu
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

In the besotting silence of a love so deep
Where you swam to rinse and bathe anew
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

As in the eyes of a complete love
Where the world in you he view
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

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)