AmaR SohoR

DekhO Aj BhijchE AmaR SohoR
TaR Ei SnigdhO BorsA SnatO RuP
Aj MukhosH HiN
OntorE ChapA AchE TaR
KotO OjanA Na PaoaR AkulotA
TobU Se Aj AdharkE KorechE AlingoN
Pobitro SnanE muchE FelechE SoB TiktotA R GlanI
ChoriE DiyEche SisuR Ek MuthO OnabiL HasI
DekhO Oi VijchE AmaR PriyOKollolinI SohoR................................

Atith Ami!

Boro dirgho ei path
Boro salpo ei kaal,
Tahar majhe cholte giye hotath
Samne eshe darale tumi dekhi;
Shirno tomar deho khani, jirno tomar praan
Tabu jeno michki heshe bolcho amaye:
- 'Tor nei ko poritran'.

Hotath tumi phirle keno abaar
Moner kone proshno othe kende,
Beshto chile puratoner khataye
Amar lekha smritigulor pataye
Uthle keno natun kore jege?

Proshnoguli kore ami jakhon, santo mone chahi tomar paane
Chupti kore tumi mridu paye, bolle eshe amr kaane kaane;
'Atith ami! ashbo baare baare, somayer haat dhore,
Klanto mone thakbe jakhon eka
Smritigulo natun kore abr bandhbo ami tomar beenar taare,
Atith ami, ashbo baare baare'!

JIBON

JIBON MANE NATUN SUKH,EKTU MISTI HASI,
JIBON MANE MONER MAJHE SWAPONO RASI RASI,
JIBON MANE DUKHO JOTO SABTA VULE JAOA,
JIBON MANE SAB HARIYE NATUN KORE PAOA.

On dead comrades, and other endangered species.....

Comrade subhas ki amar rabe?
Taar shuru kora kaaj ki shesh hobe?
Protikriyashil orbachin tumi eki proshno koro?
DumDum dawai hobey, mukh jodi aro naro...

Onek lorey gorechi amra, sopney shromiker sorgobhumi,
Jomi andoloney diyechey rokto, Krishok shohid shreni..
Shromiker ruji barabo boley, vengechi shrinkoler glani,
Lenin-Marx er sopno dekhechi, sammyer din guni...

Shei jomitei chaliyechi guli, korechi boddho-vumi,
Maati-manushkey ek korechi, chhiniye nite jomi..
Pulishkey aaj apon korechi, gono-devota por,
Bondho kol-karkhana, promoter-raaj, petit-bourgeois er ghor...

Khadyo andolonkey smarok korey, phirey daaranor shopoth,
Comrader smoron shovatey, khuji aamra bismrito loraier poth..
Kintu shorirey jomechey medh, shukher parda chokhey,
Manusher kaachey jetey geley, namtey hobey pothey...

Tai Comrade Subhas ke niye aar keno taana-tani,
Rest in Peace boley cholo aaj, potoner din guni..

An epitaph

COMRADE SUBHASH AMAR RAHE
ANEK KAJ ROILE POREY
TUMI THEME GELE,
NITEY HABEY SABAI MILEY
SE BHAR KANDHE TULE....

COMRADE NAO LAAL SELAM,
STABDHO JANMO BHUMI
SUBHASH HABEI AMLAN,
KACHHER MANUS TUMI....

COMRADE ER MRITHYU NEI,
JANMAY BARBAR,
TOMAR FERAR PATH CHEYEI
PATH PABO ABAR........

I AM INDIAN after being Human

balo kaar tarey kadi,morey ar marey jodi.............
janmay pasapasi,kheladhula, hasahasi,ayksathe ayk hatey,kena becha,ayk batey,
tobu ei resha reshi,bachte dyayna besi,kar gyalo..................
kar elo,ki haralo ki je pelo,biki kini astrer,ki je khela nithurer,jago sab, dharo hal,kete jak e akal,,,,,,,,, I am Indian after being human

Amar Chokher Jale

amar chokher jaley gaal sab samay adro..........
gaal beye jal jamey esey chibuke,
cheye dekho kato gobhir daag sekhane,
jyamon roj roj nodir par bhange,kakhono ekule kakhono okule
,chokher nodi bhange amar gaaler paar,
chibuker sudoulo mohona,
tir tir kore sab samay kanpey ostho dway,
jyano jharer jhaptay dana bhanga dui pakhi,
sarata jiban swachchho sangramer paretukui paowar thake bibekchetamoyje kono manusher,
aykhon jiban jirno asbaber mato

Tumi Kallolini

Tomar soreere nei paharTomar payer talay nei fenil sagor...........................
Sudhu buk chirey boye gyachhe mahanodi,
Nagar Bandor setu samanyay niye sakhkhi hoye achho,Kato bhaga bhabhagi,
maramari,abichar ar aghater,
Tobu ajo tumi kallolini,ajo banalata sen ra janmay tomari bukey,
Ajo keranira brishtite bheje tomar rajpathe,
Ajo nabobodhura alta paye flat barir ayk chilte rodey chul shukiye nyay,
Ajo pujoy mete othe ei michhil shahar,
Sato ayeeneo foot path hoyni khali,
Alokito sondhyay lokalaye ajo daray esey barbonitara ,
College street er sei maja niye aykhono chhatro chhatriraPran bhorey lekhe kobita arProtikhkha karey boimelar Hog sahib er bazaar holona puratan,
Kolkata tilottama na holeo atmay joriye achho,
Tai kothay khuje pabo tomar upoma,Tomar baire tomay jayna paowa…..

When wishes are horses, then beggars might ride…

Paraphrasing Mark Twain, the difference between fiction and non-fiction is that fiction must be absolutely believable. Nowhere, it is so much true than in the times that we live in.

I would not be a bit amazed to be woken up one morning by the Little Green Men from Mars. The Little Green Men had in the previous night dispatched the Red Gnomes and Trolls garrisoned at Blighters Building and GolliWoggin Street. Now they are searching for the magical book, Rule of Law, which had disappeared from the public domain nearly thirty years back. The Little Green Men are desperate to have this particular Book of Magic, for its contents are rumored to provide the practitioner with wholesome respect and love from the ruled….

Bajar-paray phish-phish,
Pukur-parey phush-phush,
Gupto-parar Supto katha,
Pawa giyeche katha matha;

Onek kaler golpo katha,
British jokhon chilo hetha,
Debota naki eshechilo raatey - Noy je eta rupkatha;

Tarpor ek jhorer raatey,
Porlo daakat Gupto-paray,
Chhinno-mostar Mundu kaata,
Haralo je rupkathay;

Aajkey hothath abar korey,
Millo khobor onek porey,
Dighir joley jelera – Jaal diye kaata matha dhorey;

Eshechey pulish, aaschey sorkar,
Jonotar naamey Maa’key dorkar,
Gorbey Mondir, korbey Naam,
Vondami-tey – Kei ba Daan, Kei ba Baam....

A litany of our times

Somehow, I have always felt a gross disconnect between the values that we profess and the practices, which we adopt. It's a shame when the tax-payers' money and I am one of the fortunate few to fall in that bracket, is utilised to breed a licentious bunch of Hooligans in uniform.

Ranbir Singh, an MBA and probably the only hope of a family, who expected his earnings to liberate them from the daily drudgery of balancing meagre incomes with rising prices was killed by the police. The jury is still out on whether it was a fake encounter. However, the repetition of such incidents by an institution still steeped in the mores of the imperialist British, lends credence to the theory of trigger-happy and above-the-law police in the country.

Outposter Borobabu, maanta tar mosto,
Dosher modhye ektai je taar, choritro osposhto;

Bishal bopu manushta ontyoshar faapa,
Urdir khyati sarthak korey swarta akash kaapa;

Baaghey kamraley ganagar jai shudhui atharo gha,
Kulokey boley - Borobabur nek-nojor, matro eskho-atharo gha;

Gramer chashi Kasem Ali, kaaj korey din-onto,
Allah’r kopey kopal faata, foshol je tar baronto;

Diyechilo taka mohajon taakey, suder nei je onto,
Kemon korey shudbey taaka, ovaab je taar ananta;

Mohajoner posha Urdi achey, maash kabarir khataye,
Kasem ke tara tuley niye jai, maajh raatrer hanaye;

Borobabu boro ador korey, garod-ghorey jholaye,
Raatbhor choley khatir-daari, cigarette-r mulaem chankaye;

Bigha due taar likhe niye nai, Mohojaner posha pyaada,
Borobabu kora nojor raakhey, taar bokhra je aadha;

Kaaj hoeche, ekhon r ki Kasem’er thaka dorkar?
Ruji ta gechey – ki korey bachey, Jai Goriber sorkar;

Vor-rattirey Kasem jholey, choumathar bot gachey,
Por din Khaki Urdi boley, pagaal ta morey benchechey;

Borobabur doyar shorir, Somaj-sonkar e pran,
Mohajon sathey, dhulo uriye Kasemer vitey jaan;

Eshe Mohajon Kasemer bari, dei eksho taakar note,
Shonge Mohanuvob Borobabu, saamney je ponchayeter vote..