THE STRANDED BOAT....

Of fringed decks and embroidered sails
Every drop of sweat spent so true
An everfloating dream,carved of wood
Placed on the waterfront, it stood,
Forever,Resolute and astute.

A dwindling stream of fuddled mud,
Scouring the horizons for a single floating piece of greying mass,
Anxious with wait to quench its arid thirst
Sauntering dry through the pebbles and sand.

Cries and prayers had wafted through
Falling ever so slightly on Providence’s disdainful ears
Unrelentingly merciless,hope rendered imbecile
For the peasants sweat could no more bedew the parched yards,
As i waited through times rough detour,those torrid days,
For my sculpted beauty to sail away.

And so it happened on one such mundane day of sweat and shine,
Hope pinned on a single sign,it floated it in one night,
Mad with wafting,and grief,ready to lapidate its withheld vertigo,
Roaring ,shrieking,coiling up to meet the heaven upward
In a rampant celebration of an unholy coition
Ravaging in a fury of abominable cruelty,
Their long tarried dream fulfilled,left were they now to pine.

The villagers stood,dumbfounded,terror stricken
Dilapidated ruins of their once home,entire cattle herds swept away
As the river had finally quenched its prurient thirst,
My carved dream of sails and wood had sailed away.

Sobujer Khoje

Sobujer Khoje



Jhora somoyer itihas periye progotir pothe
Nishorto krantir khoje firi bare bare
Bikkhipto jonojoware bhasi ami kon kanoner khoje
Aj bujhi shanto hobe a chonchol spondon
Khanto hobe a obiram cholachol.

Choritro guli melae aji ghono dhoasae
Pipasharto a mon byakul aj shadhin ashae
Jirno shrinkhol,unmukto dwar muhurte kori churno
Nirbak ami aj mukhor muktir bhashae.

Heri koto prantor,khuji ajo sei sobuj otit
Jibonto jibasher nae nirlojjo somae
Hatchhani dae aji mishorer nil noder kinare
Abar muhurte dheke jae jantrikotar kuashae.

Fire ashi abar sei doinondin jantrikotae
Klanto jibon fere sikto kolebor majhe
Chirayato jonojiboner nirliptotae
Tobu firi ami sei harano sobujer khoje.