kishori

tomadr duto balish nie eso..
ar ja kichu doinik khuti nati..
bichan pata somoy ache ghore..
astoprohor dirgho khunsuti..
balih ar chadore ache mora..
deher pore sat somodru par..
balish ar chadorer kache ora..
likhte chay omitrakhyor..
balish duto aste chay kache
abar modhykhane..
ogadh khal bil..
nouko dobe boitha hin bole..
ondhokare..sthobdho bhasahin..
bhasa r proyojon ache kono?
jekhane rokto bondhu hoe boy..
bhasar swad chumbon ane jeno..
sorir ghire ujan janalay..
ami sei janla pare bose..
dekhi bikel tomar ghare anka..
thoth thoth kabyo die buni..
moner kone koishor anagona..

proti robibar

proti robibar..aamr chelebela ase..
tomar sathe abar sei chadbaranday firi ami..
sokal bela..maer sorir anchol ghre omm...
jolkhabare dirgho ador...dupur ghre ghum...
ajke abr oneek prohor perie take dekhi..
madur mela ghorer uthon atpoure smriti..
kopal ghrea sidur elo melo hoa somoy..
amar maer dirghyo abeg ekhono bhese jay..

nirob baromas

e sohore megh gorjay na amar sohorer moto..
e sohorer chade nei abohoman obogahon..
e sohorer nei sei alto paye hete fela..oligoli
tomar sohorer khal bil..
amar sohor buker gobhir briti hoe ache..
ekhon megh gorjay niskompo akashe..
amar sohor..bhijte chay..dehe othoba mone..
tor sathe hat te periye jaoya hajar manuser bhir..
sohor theke sohortoli..hrodoy er stobdho nir..
somoy jane badhbe na se..soptopodi abeg..
somoy jane chinbe na se samajik sob arti bodh..
somoy jane ei muhrute furie jabe dirgho ekta jug..
toabuo somoy bachte chay sfulinger artite..
smoy bojhe na..sober sese bondhu hobe se..
soptopodi samajikota r baire ek mirmegh akash..
bondhutter britite bheja..nirob baromas..

bondhu

amar deho ghire kichu dalpala ar megh jome geche..
kotokal tomar janlar pase briti hoi na ami..
chokher kaloy ajkeo ache iman bhairabi...
drishti die bhijie deya tomar sada panjabi..
tomar deher dalpala sob amar kache rini...
sakhay sakhay brintosakhe..bhatiyali nadi...
nadir kache ki dite chao..bhasate chao dinga?
ami hobo boitha tokhon olosh akashlina..
tomar deya chumbon e te..proloy asuk neme..
tomar deho amar deho obadho ki preme?
prem na go sorir sorir sudhui ki e khela?
ami jani tumi jano obujh chelebela?
chelebelar niyom gulo bhangte sudhu chaoya..
tomar kache ekka dokka somoy fire paoya...
amio aj kishoiri hobo benir tare tare..
hatur kache neme asa probol agun jhore..
payer majhe agun laguk..sorir jak pure..
tomar sathe bondhu hobo..bikeler roddure...

It is always a question that bogs me early morning...where should I be or should I not be...
am I eligible to be here...the answer comes drifting through my window sill..YES.
The winter is almost sitting near the tree that is dyeing to hold on to the last colorful leaf of this year...as if the whole valley wants to hold on to everything that is passing by, the falling leaves,the fading colors,the drifting traffic,the glimpses of smiles and shows of emotions...these are small bit of mundane life..they come they go we sit and watch ..like a picture frame moving constantly in front of our eyes...
Nothing stays permanent but change..but within this change someone grows within you his love his affection makes the place you longed to leave so bearable...we all want to hold on...
But then you know or do not know..whatever we are holding on to is it mine?But in life what is ours? To me nothing in life is mine..its the illusion I bear in the deepest recess of my heart ..that everything I touch smell and feel I hold on to I crave for I yearn to be beside is mine...but they all are and have been ephemral why won't HE be then...
So I get up..I enjoy that for the time its suppose to be touching my sphere of existence he is mine..without knowing without trying without even feeling..I enjoy I realize greatest pleasure is not to love and get, well that is great but there is also a pleasure in just silently loving...silently giving and silently wishing that someone's dreams come true even before yours do...
may be one day...when life won't ask such questions..and when floating like a bird will be just what I would want...
it won't matter what I received or whether where I dwell was worth the stay..someone will be floating along besides...we all are after all..there is no anchorage its all a journey..people we meet people we cherish people we abominate...
but above all I am satisfied of meeting someone who at every step made my stay worthwhile...so is he...doing it right now..throbbing the 16 year heart in my 30 past body...making me a child again...beaming me with happiness...
and when I ask Is this the place I want to be ..the answer is YES....