#97 স্মৃতির কথা (মাসি কে)

তোমায় স্মৃতিতে রাখি
আমার নিজের মতন করে,
এক মুঠো ফুলের সাজি
ভালোবাসায় ভরে,
পাপের বোঝা নিয়ে।

কথার পরে কথা, অনেক ব্যাথা
দিয়েছি নিজের ভুলে,
না বুঝে তোমার স্নেহের গভীরতা,
ভেঙেছি বন্ধন, হারিয়েছি অনেক দূরে,
পারলে ক্ষম মরে!

সবই সত্য,
কিন্তু তাও মনের কোণে
সমস্ত অনুতাপের মাঝেও,
পুরোনো দিনের কথা ভেবে,
আরও একবার কথা বলার ইচ্ছে।

হয় স্মরণে, আদরে,
ভালোবাসায় ঋণী হয়ে,
অকাজের মাঝে ভুলে
তাও ছবির চেয়ে অনেক বেশি হয়ে,
মনে গাঁথা পরশমনি খানি।

“প্রণাম নিও মা,
আবার হবে দেখা,”
ততদিন ভালো থেকো
স্মৃতির ভিতর; ভালো রেখো
তোমার আশীর্বাদে।
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#96 Silence

It just hurts a little to stare out,
So mellow, even the leaves,
That danced with the wind;
Everything has come to a stop,
All is now so quiet.

Going outside feels strange
Climbing down the stairs, but no more stumbles,
The screaming neighbour sleeps for a change
Barking dogs are caught up elsewhere,
Even the clocks wouldn’t make a sound.

While walking, the lights change,
Crossing feels so difficult
Since cars rush fast, but no honks!
What’s come to the world around,
Alive but in a noiseless limbo.

I find myself in front of your street again,
Our childhood games, returning from school,
Silent memories coming back,
Stuck in that loop, I remain,
Muted and cowering in apprehension.

Caught in the middle
Of this terrible scheming silence,
I long to hear you laugh,
I just can’t wait enough –
For one another day of being together.
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#95 On her art

Too much noise in my head,
Some shards are drawn from there
Blacks on a piece of paper,
Just some emotions running.

It’s not some old love,
In my bit of growing up
Neither a family story to share,
But my return to an old hobby.

There are many branches,
Shades and beautiful lights,
Makes me the woman,
Not afraid to express herself.

She goes and goes, running circles,
Not a second of damned calm
Like others around; but there’s wonder
In her brand new eyes.

Alone, happiness shall shine
Now that summer’s almost gone
How to be happy in myself,
I will learn again, within my drawn lines.
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#94 Nothing-ness

Nothingness is also a thing of beauty,
A quiet wait staring, maybe out of the window,
A cup with rising warmth
Perhaps, a few drops of rain outside.

Nothingness is a state of mind
Where all things past are put to rest.
That evening is very fine
Since all worries are left behind.

Wish for a life that’s so free,
Immerse yourself in that tranquility,
If possible, take a break, and
Be swept away in your nothingness.

The clock still ticks, without much winding,
But all the chimes remind me of you.
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