#91 রাজকন্যার জয় হোক

ক্ষমা করো, আমি নই মুকুটহীন রাজা!
অনেক হল এই ছায়ার সাথে যুদ্ধ যুদ্ধ খেলা।

হেরেছে, সেই দিন যেদিন ভুলেছ যুদ্ধের কারণ,
মনকে জয় করার নামে করেছ যেদিন নিজেকে প্রমাণের পণ।

তুমি আর এই বৃষ্টির মাঝে খুঁজে ফিরোনা,
এ শহরের সহস্র ব্যাথার মত তারও স্থান বুকের মাঝের আস্তানায়।

আমি চিনিনা আমাকে আজও,
ভ্রমিত, আঁধারের পায়ে লুকায়িত – শায়িত এক দেহ মাত্র।

শুধু ছল-চাতুরীর বিদ্যায় সরিয়েছি যত বাঁধন ছিল,
খেলার নামে ভালোবাসাকে বন্দি করেছি অন্তরালে।

ভাঙা আর গড়ার মাঝে, অন্কের হিসেবের থেকে বহুদূর
তাও একই চাঁদের তলায় খেলার সাথী আছে তলোয়ার হাতে।

যদি আবার কোনোদিন ইচ্ছে হয় পর-জয়ের,
যেখানে হার নেই, দুঃখ নেই, নেই গ্লানি সেখানে।

তবে এসো এই মুকুটহীন রাজপুত্রের বারান্দায়,
যুদ্ধকে ভয় না পেয়ে জেতাব তোমাকেই এবার।

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#90 Pioggia forte di Sabato

The rain does not stop.
Scattered skeletons on the road
Left lying stenching of old memories.

Completely drenched,
No more chance of returning home tonight;
With very little refuge in complete despair.

Too tired to walk further.
The crazy river bellowing below,
Furious for reminiscences in polaroid.

Flashy whites, retreating neon lights,
Thunderstruck, talking to the self,
Standing in the dark – the old fool scowls.

Clouds too break out laughing
Hidden sneers at a fall so pathetic,
High and mighty curling by the sidewalk.

No way of swallowing words,
Those dreams have long since seen their sunsets
A permanent dark only stares ahead.

Long drawn out conversation continues,
Shifting blames to muttering curses:
The visible anxiety of a fragile male ego.

Clutching hard at remnant straws
Most of which this rain would wash away too,
But such nightmares find a way of coming back.

Grayed hair – crownless prince undead
Of all gifts gone – taken away, squandered with pride,
April seems just the start of many heartbreaks.
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#89 Lonely

Scared, a bit.
Well, such is my loneliness.
Things I like –
Reflected on someone else.
My destiny is always playing so cruel.

I know you are a storm.
You’ll always come so suddenly!
But will you disappear too?
Take me anywhere but
Just for tonight, talk to me.

I shan’t dwell on past tense anymore.
Even if it’s so elusive, I’ll stay.
More intoxicating than your glass of poison,
But less than realising your eyes on me.
How life works in patterns, if only we could see!

One evening, one look, few hours less,
If only you didn’t know.
Music shall never string together, nor my words express.
If I could hide in you,
Would I feel so lonely?
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#88 Pensive

Seven days have long gone
Winds blow no more,
No more rustling of leaves,
No more walking barefeet;
Because the hand that I had held
Is now holding someone else’s,
Somewhere far away
Where I shall go no more.
Thus I bid adieu, pain and love,
Smile, for I’ll remember again,
Or I’ll even look back,
Hoping for a happier end.

#87 Hint/s

Tearing sky and lashing rain!
Meaningful songs and candles’ flames!
Signs from heaven?
Alas! Too atheist to trust in them.

An artist’s face, should conveniently smile
The smart of a woman, confident and bold.
Let not past weigh in, nor let faults ensnare
Thrive in your dreams, make stories come real.

Your eyes are too dark, too melancholic
They scare me sometimes
Because I don’t understand anymore than you say
But when I look at you, is it a mirror I face?

Far too long for a single kiss if you ask,
What will a lifetime of togetherness cost then?
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#86 Satiate

There were times
When my memory failed,
But all those sweet words of love
Didn’t go missing.

Just like them cycle rides, you and I,
In hindsight I realised,
Why I didn’t feel alone
Since, happiness was always there.

Why would there be silence?

Even when there’s spring around
There are new leaves,
The wind is so warm too,
Strangely, there are still feelings.

Six of the guitar strings, rusted,
Or the old clothes I don’t wear these days,
I still need them.
It’s still a waste, but why change needlessly?

On a moonless night
Under all the stars we cannot count,
I would have an amazing gift.
Do you wait for it still?

There’s someplace I really want to be,
But, will you go with me?
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#85 Maybe

Maybe there were lies,
Maybe I was hypnotised,
But that was a love –
My true love.

They were what I had,
My words, promises, thoughts,
I’d die to keep.
Still, lies they only did seem.

It’s not petals in the wind
But cold mist,
My misfortune – your pain
Spotty sunshine and incessant rains.

Windows are still open – curtains flying,
The road still dark,
I stand in the moonlight;
Maybe a glimpse to fill my heart.

Even in the dying hour the moon never stops,
To return another time, love promises evermore.
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