Today, When I was Coming Back

Today, when I left you and was coming back
As if all the music tumbled down the way.
The blanket of the dawn looks even moister today.

The story of the road
Where I lost my music once,
I told it to myself today.
Alas! You were not there to
Blow away the story with a smile.

What should I name this feeling of
You, not being with me -
The gloomy cloud or
The chaotic wind.
John Donne's poetry
Or Nilim da's nap.

My wheels want to break free today
Like a nomad, they wander.
Looks like the most musical poetry
Tumbles down the hill today.

The Old Wooden Bed

Those were the days gone by
You used to sleep together with her.

Let father brings you the a talking toy
Or some dark chocolate .
But you use to come near
Her breast every night.

Those were the days
When your thin lips
Suck the nipple of her breast
With the eagerness of some milk.
You don’t let her sleep peacefully.
Every night you had a sensational
Touch of a women.


Today again you get lost in the sensuous scent of a women.
You love to get lost in the ups and down of her body.
You still kiss her countless
You still don’t let her sleep peacefully.


The age and time has transformed you
From the inner core of her heart
To her inner breast
 
What is still the same is Me
I am the witness of your desire.
I am that age long, stable
Old Wooden Bed.

Tumi Shramik Hoiu Premik

Rabha jodi mur kalam hoi
tenehole mur kolome okol
Premor kobita kiyo likhe

Rabha, monot pore ne tumar xai
stationor platform, PWDr rastar
Sharamikor tambut kotuwa raati.

Priyobalak heruwai tumi ghuri phura
Xei rasta aaru stationot paamne atiya
Tumar pododhuli bisari?

Rabha tumi biplobi
Janatar ashru jodi tumar ashru hoi,
tenehole Pitri hridoy tumi kot heruwala?

Moi bhabu-
Axonkhyo janatar jodi tumi hendali,
Tumar hendali kot?

Rabha, tumak aaji paam kot?
Civilor xonmukhot tukari bai thoka
Bhikharituk tukarile
Pam ne Rabha tumak?
Ne mur Preyokhir hridoyot
Thakibo para tumi?

Tumi Bordoisila hoi porojonomot
Tumi premik hoi, pitri hoi xubhologonot
Kora puron Jonotar opurno aaxa!

FullStop

I don’t feel any tears in my eyes today,
I roam around and it’s a tasteless feeling.
Today I can see the green leaves
I created, turning into white.

This time the winter is severe,
It cuts like a sharp edge through my skin.
I thought I will get you a pair of socks
Before the winter sets in
If not a woolen one, may be a thick one,
the one you liked last time.

If I would have ever knew that ,
The dampness of the winter
Will turn into a tempest ,
I would have got you the pair of socks long back.

Today I still don’t feel any dampness in my eyes
I stare at my odorless paints and I get a vibe
Will it have the fragrance again?