Time to be men

Writing a memoir for my memories,
Trying to theorize the theories.
Which led me to believe(that 'may be'
 or casually i will say 'must be'),
I am living in a dream that needs to be broken
as surroundings of mine has left me shaken
at the very thought whether i am able enough
to fight to the situation that appears to be tough

Questions and confusions are my dearest soul mates
but i am not very cheerful about this polygamy
these disturbing housewives has detrimental effects
on my mind,cranked heart as a whole my anatomy

when analogical disguise becomes need for the hour
unethical ways remains only logical choice
I always choose to stand up and say to myself
Its time to be men from pitiful boys

WHO KNOWS WHY ?

Irresistible desire to break the silence,

Incompatible attitude towards life,

Can spark the cowardice within you

Of a new strength, an unknown type.

In melancholy long lost

A jolt of ice, a toast of freedom

Brings who knows what vehicle?

to drive me towards panic kingdom

Corrigible may be incorrigible also

The untold story, unseen but though

Heard in a song or a tune that is so vague

that voyages forever and takes me to a lake

to sink, to drink, to wonder , to thought

to collect whatever life has brought...

Something Or Nothing??

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Some paintings lost their voices,
Some still echos in my mind,
Some has retired from giving appearances
Some surrendered becoming a troubled kind.

Some obligations forced me to rethink
Some taught me to rebuilt the wall
Some supported me when clouds were dark
Some threatened me to crawl.

Some thoughts kept me wandering
Some sailed away pretty smooth
Some negotiated in its own term
Some vandalized my early youth

                                                                           
                                                                        
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                                                      When nothing seems quite interesting
                                                       I think of them as my child
                                                      Paintings,obligations,thoughts
                                                      Which are technically quite wild!!

                                                      "No" is a strange word;
                                                      that has remained a silent friend
                                                      for me in my whole lifetime
                                                      Which never followed any trend

                                                      The war within me, fuses me out
                                                      and asks a few questions
                                                      Is something better than nothing?
                                                      This tops the list that remains..

                                                 
                                                    

In parts....

Have you ever heard the Silence?

The whispering of tear drops?

It grows a surprised sarcasm in my voice

and encourages me to unearth all crops.

A food for thought, surely is it?

An unbanished desire deeply hidden,

which causes an emotional overflow,

and makes me wound stricken.

When days occur as they should not have been,

better left as unspoken, unseen

The fluid motion of my thoughts flatters me

and sparkles a destiny for thee.

Who thought they can go unpaid

But mistaken, as should I said

Not for a moment I will forgive

them for what they did to achieve;

My part of life, my life in parts,

that was preciously slow as bullock-carts.

ILLUSIONS..

I dare to speak, that I lied

when I said you make me mad.

as its even worse to say,

that your presence makes me sick.

But absence makes me sad.

Its kindaa hard to say what I feel

as while expressing I never had the zeal;

although, my hallucinated mind

crossed the valley of uncertainty.

Its may sounds like a pity

That my heart never had or even has

the dignity;

Through which I could claim

that all those excuses I made,

where not all , totally lame.

As I know I should give up

or you can say I should shut up,-

mocking someone who isn’t even half

of a man, who can only just

try to understand or at least try

to pretend- what is it, so that

I always intend;

and why on earth I made this decision?

To live a life full of illusions..

A Not So Rosy Gesture

Mild air with a mystic touch,
awakened me up from the slumber..
Somehow which was kept in dark
and still hidden, deep inside,
description-less ,yet annoying is it's feature
that forces me to run
and to divulge in the race,
to win it, if I can.

Thirsty as I am always
ready to quit may be,if option given
Yet I run to keep the race alive
to help the petals to survive,and
to blossom in full bloom
So that the voice could last long
singing the note of the song
I want to hear,and share
with you; to free the dream ,
that sticks around like a glue to
hold the desire
and never allowed me to set the fire,
to diminish whatever holds anything back
and launches the journey in backtrack.

So free it will be sure one day,
to torch the hindrance made of clay
and set the speed to move ,to achieve
when neither the mind nor the heart retreat...

নাম না পাওয়া কিছু কথা

১

 দুরন্ত সময়ের আহ্বানে আমি আকুল সদ্য প্রাণ,

শুরু হল আজ সহসা আবার অনিশ্চিত অভিযান ;

ছুটে চলেছি জানি না কোথায়, কোন সে ধূসর প্র্রান্তে,

জানি না, কখনও পারবো নাকি আদৌ সীমানা জানতে !

তবে ভয় নাই ভয় নাই প্রিয়া, ব্যর্থ যাবে না তোমার সে হিয়া |

অমৃত-পুরী হতে করে চুরি আনবোই কিছু সূখ,

যখনই জেগে উঠবে হঠাৎ  বেদনা যা ছিল মূক |

২

সকাল সকাল ঘুম ভেঙে আমি যখন সূর্য্য দেখি,

উড়ে চলে যায় মুক্তি-তৃষায় অতৃপ্ত মন পাখি |

সারা বেলা আমি ঘুরে ঘুরে ফিরি,

জানা না জানার করে হেরা-ফেরি,

আচমকা এক নেশা গ্রাস করে,

ঝড় তোলে শুধু মনের ভিতরে,

উৎস যতই হাতড়ে বেড়াই,

আরও উদাসীন উত্তর পাই |

পাওয়া না পাওয়ার সংজ্ঞা ঘোচে,

কভু আনন্দে কভু আক্রোশে,

হাহাকার রব সোনা যায় শেষে,

তবু খুজি রাত-দিন |

জানি না কবে ঘোচাতে পারবো

জন্ম নেবার ঋণ?

৩

হাপিয়ে উঠেছি হাটছি বলেই,

তবু তো দিল না জানালা খুলে,

কেউ যাকে মন মরু সম পথে,

উদ্যান সম ভাবে |

হয়তো যত হিসাব করেছি  

সবই তা ভুল দেখাবে |

৪

অনেক লিখেছি ছাপানো যাবে কি

যা ছিল এত মনে?

নাকি, লুকিয়ে রেখেই বাচিয়ে রাখব

সুদূর মনের কোনে?

আর্তি যতই জমা হচ্ছে হোক

মিথ্যে হাসিতে লুকাক এ শোক

এতদিন যখন কেটেছে

কাটবেও বাকি তাই

ভেবে দেখেছি এছাড়া যে আমার

আর কোনও পথ নাই |