In the rush of infinite beings...all were lonely n they still are...we were sailing together rushing somewhere...which doesn't exist i knew..lots were supremely hopeful and a few were confused! I was sailing because i was a coward and i was afraid of sinking..though i knew..i have to...! Then the cloud of meaninglessness prevailed..i was too afraid..honestly speaking! I decided to sink by my own before i loose myself in slow and unkown decay of time! I was afraid too much..my boat was almost broken! Then suddenly i saw the "solaris"...faint...appearence growing stronger...i rushed towards it becuse i wanted to remove the "sisyphus" from me at least virtualy...solaris hugged me n promissed me.."i'll help u forget that u are the sisyphus till u sink 4ever...", i was happy...solaris can be virtual but i need it to stay away from sisyphus to stay away from my hell...

Then what if "solaris" also rejects me...?

"But if it’s all for nothing
All the road running's been in vain"

onek rat lanthoner aloy

jhorechhe him...
emon onek rat likhechhi dukkho-sukh
majh rater kachhe bondhok achhe

hazar smritir posora...

aro onek rat achhe hoytoba baki
sakkhi thakbe tara bhalobasar

beche thakar...

ar proti muhurte more jabar

amar ek ekta somadhir pashe bose likhechhi bigoto jiboni

bristir jole muchhe gechhe kali

bismritir lanchhonay,

lukiye achhe ora...

sob rat eki bhabe chup kore sunegechhe

orthoheen bilap,

kotha boleni...

karon tara janto

kichhui hoyna...asole kichchhui hoyna !

Jibon Hoytoba...

jibon mane kichhu muhurto ar tader rong
jukti tokko ar gopper agune sob pure jay
tai bhese jete hoy muhurter borshay
keu janena ar kobe jhorbe akash

jibon mane topto morupoth
morichikakei bhalobaste hoy tai...

nistobdho shiter rat shishirer bhasay
kichhui bolena !
jhijhira jiboner taronay gan gay
taro kono mane hoyna...
projapotir pakhay nei lukiye kono rohosyo...
sob bhul sob bhul...
hariye jete hoy tai muhurter bonyay..
ke jane se ban ar asbe kina !

jibon mane roj ekta notun bhul...
ekta notun pap...
ekta asha ar asha-bhongo

!jibon mane ei kobita
jar kono songa hoyna
amar likhe jaoa
tomar pore jaoa
aar
sesh mesh bhule jaoa...

ar kichhui na... sotyi ar kichhui na...

Palataker Sopno...

tomar kachhe kuashay dhaka bikel chhilo
jemon ta amader dhankheter mathay bhasto
chhute esechhilam dur theke dekhe
kotokal kuasha dekhini je
poshchhim akasher abir chhilo chhorano
chhilo kichhu nil dhoar amej

athalo hazar sondhyar bish amar dhomoni jure boichhe...
tobu chhotto chhoto sopne ki odhikar thakte parena amar?
thakte parena emontai to dharona pusechhi chirokal!

chirokal ramdhonu khujechhi
haschhilo ora, ora ajo haschhe
rag chhilo,sesh mesh rag o sesh hoye giyechhilo!
sudhu klanti ar obosad tuku baki chhilo

bhebechhilam,
"pakhir neerer moto chokh"
ekta birat sorojontro, ekta mithya !
tobu khujechhi nirobe,
"chhotto chhade ekanto nijer chad"
ei sopne odhikar chhilona amar
tobu oboidho ei chahida pusechhilam nirobe!

somosto jotilota niye takiechhilam tomar dike,
tumi sei ghasfuler motoi sorol...
chhotto chhotto sopne bhora sei "kashbon"
onodhikar lobh chhilo sei kashbone
jekhane chirokal saap dhuke gechhe

mohashunye ghure beranor somoy
prithibi theke tobu mukh ferate parini!
sobuj jege uth to bhorer tondray...
sob projapotir palok pure jachchhilo aste aste...
nijeke nijei akre dhore rekhechhilam!

ora bolto, ora ekhonow bole...
"bastob ke tui chinte parlina sala"
sotyi chinte parlam na...
kintu "solaris' e ghor gorar odhikaro ki nei amar?
karo sopno to dhar neini ami !

tomate sei "solaris" chhilo...
orthohinotar majheo "orther" songa peyechhilam
onodhikar kichhu chhotto sopno dekhefelechhilam !
segulo onodhikari chhilo...
nisiddho chhilo amar jonye...

amar jonye rakha chhilo,
faka dhu dhu math, dhuloy dhaka mrito sohor,
helogen r biroktikor alo,
footpath'r nongra gondho
ar topto dupure pure jaoa cigarette'r chhai... !

egulo jabar chhilona konodini !

tobu tomate dekhechhilam,
dingi badha ghat
sei "kathsetu" periye jaoa ghola joler dheu,
sheola pora ghater ghum ghum chokh
ar sustho akasher neel astoron !

amake jigges korona,
"kon desh theke esechho tumi?"
hazar bochhorer obhiggota, cha er table e bujhate parbona!
amio bujhe uth te parini to...

ami bhule thakte chai set sete diner
fekase nirobota !
bhule thakte chai sada-kalo maron poth
bhule thakte chai mrityugondho !

amake sudhu jorie dhoro e jatray...
amake ghumote dao khanik ta..
kichhu bolona..
kono proshno korona !
boddo klanto lagchhe, ektu ashroy dao buke !

Kashfuler Proti

dulchhi ami dulchhi muhurter sathe
muhurter alto ador
muhurter seshei kaade

konodin aghat dite parini
somikoron mene tai ora amar dikei ase
ase sokal... ase bikel
kokhone biswade... kokhono bhalobese

kokhono prithibi tene nichchhe
kokhono akaser dike chhure dichchhe....
dolnar moto muhurte bhore gechhe jibon....

somoy dite parini konodin sopnoder,
tai oder eto raag
amar chokhe toiri hochchhe obiroto
bhangchhe muhurte amari chokhe...

kokhono jomchhe megh
kokhono jhorchhe bristi...
bhijie diye jachchhe dukkho-obosad...

dulchhi ami dulchhi sara rat

palok purchhe jotner projapotir
ora chhonnochhara urchhe sara akash

bhanga gora sesh hole pore
dekhe jeo ekbar...
kashful buke ami... tobuo thakbo beche !

Every man is Sisyphus... some are virtually not ! still one should not forget this fact, never...the day you started to dream that rolling the stone is over... you'll here the laughter... coming from everywhere.. everywhere around you...laughing at you..
everyday I grow I feel that life is nothing but counting the days by which u grow older... yes counting the coffee spoons... counting the nights u try to sleep... counting the morning u know is nothing new... still man forgets the self... man loves... and man tries to live... there is time when man feels each bird has some message for him... every bit of the earth smells like it never does... man started to fall under gravity and sticks to the soil by which he is made of... all his life.. now and then... he remembers he forgets... the play proceeds and sometimes stops like a stagnating forgotten falls... yet the rain comes and gives life to it... man is so fool... and so man lives on... man is so fool so he loves... and man is so helpless that sometimes he can't even help him... I think of the man who died in Antarctica... was his death better or the death of a man like me... who will probably end his breath in his last cottage... or in the streets... I think and I can't decide... the reason I don't know... and may be the curiosity has died or rather dried...

abchha mone porchhe ekta bismrito chhotto istison,
thote cigarette, kiser jani opekkhay,
cement r chair uttopto, chamray lagchhe...
ghaame bheja mukh ghurchhe,
purchhe ektar por ekta cigarette
osustho nil dhoar sathe urchhe biswash...
onishchoyotar megh jomchhe aste aste...
suorer moto kichhu lok taanchhe mal pottor...
ghormakto gondhe thasa gota chottor!


onekdin por flyover er tolay abar sei durgondho...
hate abar purchhe Gold Flake
bus stop e ghamer somudro ar biroktikor sei Helogen
footpath e sue thaka suorer chhanara
oboidho chuloy purchhe fagun... !

ami ar parchhina,
ami mukti chai...
ektu thanda haoa chai...
ami palate chai...
ami bachte chai... bhalobaste chai....!