JANMODINER KOBITA

Ghure fire ashe pratibar janmodin/
prithibir sei parichito hanta chola/
ek ekta bachar egiye ashe samne/
hate diye jay holdete parowana/
klanto chokhe bimurto dhusarata/
hoyto kakhono dhurtotar uponibesh/
swapnalu chokhe thakena usnata/
.jomat bandhe somoy,kalshite/
arekta bachar abar ashe phire/
hate diye jay holdete parwana/.
" parinata haw ",subhechha thake tate..
r sakhhi???chosmar bolirekha.....
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জন্মদিনের কবিতা
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ঘুরে ফিরে আসে প্রতিবার জন্মদিন
পৃথিবীর সেই পরিচিত হাঁটা চলা
এক একটা বছর এগিয়ে আসে সামনে
হাতে দিয়ে যায় হলদেটে পরোয়ানা
ক্লান্ত চোখে বিমূর্ত ধুসরতা
হয়ত কখনো ধূর্ততার উপনিবেশ
স্বপ্নালু চোখে থাকেনা উষ্ণতা
জমাট বাঁধে সময়, কালসিটে
আরেকটা বছর আবার আসে ফিরে
হাতে দিয়ে যায় হলদেটে পরোয়ানা
"পরিণত হও" ,শুভেচ্ছা থাকে তাতে
আর সাক্ষী?? চশমার বলিরেখা

My review on SKYFALL published in t2

M: Where have you been?
007:Enjoying death...
The gruff yet the very known velvety voice reverberated through the shadowy gloom of the room...
What to say and what not to say about this 23rd movie of the bond series ? The movie is equipped with
perfect adrenaline-kicks at the right places,exotic locales and a pinch of
Bond's emotional essence.Directed by Sam Mendes,the movie has a little something more to speak about.Yes it is typically a Bond movie,displaying his
bravery, intelligent reflexes,nonchalance and also the same soft corner for women, but here it is shown how bond is ageing gracefully and how hard he is trying to cope up with the truth.His physical weaknesses, slowing down reflexes and little less cleavage-show in the movie will make you feel that is a very personal and sensitive Bond movie,as if it is being shown from the perspective of an ageing spy whose abilities are being questioned by his agency for which he has never hesitated to stake his own life.His senescence is imbibed inhis cold steel blue eyes which are too tired and exhausted to struggle any further but yet they bear the ultimate spark to fight back.After being put down by Agent Eve he goes underground but comes back when he is really needed.The dearth of steamy romance marks the fact that it is rather a little bit off-the beaten track Bond movie.Javier Bardem justifies his negativity as "more than a villain".He is really appealing as the cruel, brilliant, but betrayed MI6 agent who comes back for revenge.The beautiful understanding andun named relationship between M and 007 is evident in several stratas of the movie and at the end is signed off with a cold blue pain of ultimate separation,after her death.
M, we will surely miss you.From Macau to Shanghai to Scotland valleys, Bond keeps his very own footsteps intact with his same style and charm.Yes it is a very personal movie of a tired and ageing spy who has never stopped running for adventure but now it is time he should think about the things he used to do before.The theme song as well as the video performed by ADELE is just perfect for the movie.When I was coming out of the hall, the early november rains fell on my head, as if the SKY REALLY FELL!!
And I LOVED IT!!!

NABAMIR GODHULI,SHITER AGOMONI,KOLKATA AR AMI...

Jhora patar rong chitke eshe lage astamito surjer gaye....r tar tukro tukro sfulingo eshe chorye jay godhilimakha amar sohortar chatuskone...kanta tarer berar fanke chokh khonje kichu chena-achena usno muhurto...binimoye pay moun mukhorota bhora ekta nirjon park-bench...hariye jachhe jano sob kichu..jano sunyota grash korche sahortake...antorikotar sunyota.......bhalo basha heenotar sunyota...r take soriye sthan kore nichhe hingsrota,barbarota...amar sahorke aste prishthe bendhe rakhche kichu asubho kanta tar...r raktakto byathamoy amar sohor dirghoswash fele choleche..


Rastar ga beye goriye pore godhulir paranto chaya,benke thaka komola roddur,sohorer jhora patar sugandho r kichu fele asha nostalgic somoy

   Hothat kore ekdin ek achena bikel belay dekha hoye gelo Pokhhirajer sathe..Ami take bollam ja giye,khunje niye amar rajpuutur ke..Se .Tepantorer math periye diksunyopurer dike rawna holo.......Amar jonye rajputtur ante chollo se Tin Samudro Satash Nodir periye..sobuj mather buke lege thake tar duranto payer khurer dag.tar fenamoy niswaser garom uttape bhar hoye othe saharer soreer..Pouchabe se amar rupkothar deshe,jekhane te sobsomoy chand heshe nadite eshe lutoputi khay.......Akash tar megh gulike surjer lal-halud ronger baltite chubiye dey.....Amar jonye akashparer bandhuke ante jay se......Jar ekta chokh sobuj ar ekta chokh neel...ar chuler rong halka sonali........

Rastar karnishe shek ney narom kichu sneher tukro...Eke opore ga theke ektu ektu kore joro kore ney beche thakar ohm..Surjer dhulo,rastar ador r helfelar kol ankre beche thake ora....ekrash siuli pora ador r bhalobashar adrisyo shawl roilo oder jonye

 

 

 

Akasher backdrope e sei chena matha tule dnarano akashchumbi sthapotyo...hothat kore rastay dekha hoye jawa traffic signal thomke dnarate bollo amay...dnaralam...trpor chokh tule dekhlam take..jake pray i dekhi...kintu kichu bhabay na...aj bhabalo hothat kore,,,natun kore..kano janina...besh anyarakam laglo take.......mone holo er int-kath-pathor gulo kotto diner kolkatar jibonjaponer pratyokhhodorshee...besh bhalo lagay bhore gelo monta...

 

 

Amar sandhyebelar sareeta halogen ronga...Tar pare jhora patar khoyate ronger karukaj....ar gandhota halka shiter moto misti....Ei sahorta sanjhbelay ei rokom ekta asadharon saree pore seje guje dhooper gandho mekhe dugga thakur dekhte beroy...r sobai tar aparup soundorjye dekhe haa kore takiye thake...nispoloke...

 

 

 

Alor rokte seje otha ei sundori tilottama ke bishmoy chumban dilam....saper moto enke benke chola alor sari sahorer gola kamre dhore, damee hirer harer motoi...nakshatro sada rater soreere anchor kata alora hingshar shitkar tole...ora khhat guli ke dhakte naraj...tobuo khhatosthan bhora amar roktakto sohor ta aro sundor hoye othe...

 

 

 

 

EKTU ANYARAKAM PUJO

AMAR PUJO EKTU ANYARAKAM...............
KARO KACHE PUJO MANE NATUN JAMA PORA....
KARO KACHE HATE HAT REKHE ANEKTA POTH CHOLA...
KARO BA BHIRER MAJHE KICHU CHENA CHOKH KHOJA...
KARO KACHE BABA-MA-DADA-DIDI SOBAR SATHE HASA...
BHALO KHABAR,NATUN KAPOR,PUJOR PANDAL ER RONG-NESHA-GANDHE KICHU ALEEK MUHURTE SARA BACHORER KLANTI BHULE THAKA....
BAJARI KICHU POTRO POTRIKA AR PUJOR SPONSORERDER BHIRE SOHORER AKASH KICHUDINER JONYE BEMALUM DHAKA PORE JAY....PUJOR ALOR JHILMILE SOBKICHU BADDO MAYABI LAGE...JANO EKTA FANTASY WORLD E POUCH JAWA JAY CHUTTE...HULLOR-GOLA EIDINGULITE SOBBAI EKTA "FEEL GOOD" MARKA MUKH
AR  MOOD BAHON KORE..
STYLE DIVA DER ROOPER DAPOTE KAMPTE THAKE SOHOR THEKE RAJPOTH...
TEMPORARY PREM GULO EKTU JOME KHEER HOWAR CHANCE THAKE...AR PERMANENT GULO HOYTO EKTU UPDATED HOY BA HAWA-BODOL KORAR CHESTAY PHANK-PHOKOR THEKE UNKI JHUNKI MARE....
KINTU KICHU MANUSH ER JONYE EI ABOSTHAR KONO PORIBORTON HOY NA...
KARUR KACHE RASTA BA TELCHIT-CHITE STALL TAI  EKOYEKDINE SORBOKHONER SONGEE HOY JAY...KARUR KACHE DHULO BHORTI MATHER ONDHOKAR KONE PHUCHKA  AR PANDELER BAIRE  DNARIYE SWAPNER BUDBUD BIKRI KORATAI UTSAB THEKE JAY....

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AMAR PESHI SHOKTO HOY CHAKAR GHURNANE....
AR SEI CHAKA CHUYE JAY TILOTTAMAR BUK...
EK RASH RASTAR DHULOR MODHYE MISHE THAKE AMAR GHAM,RODDUR,ROKTO AR SHARODIYA UTSAB HOK-NA-HOKER UPOSTHITI...AMAR KACHE SOB DIN I SOMAN,SOB UTSAB I EK...SUDHU UTSABER DIN GULIR SATHE BOHON KORE CHOLI AMI AMAR SROM AR DIN BODOLER SWAPNO....AMI JE RIKSAWALA

 

AMAR PUJO KATE BANSHIR SURE AR TINER CANE JOMA PORA DHATOBO POYSAR CHITKARE...AMAR KACHE SOB RONGI KALO...SOB RONGI ACHENA...SUDHU EKTA RONG I AMAR KHUB KACHER...AMAR PASHE JE SOBSOMOY THAKE TAR CHENA HATER USNOTAR CHOA...AMAR SONGE TAR AMAKE NA-CHERE-JAWA MUHURTO   GULOI AMAR KACHE UTSABER SERA PRAPTI....AMI EK ANDHO BANSHIWALA..AMI EK ANDHO GANWALA...JAR KOTHAO JAWAR NEI....KICHHU KORAR NEI

 

 Pujor ei jholmole dinguli kete jay amar bekhayale..Samne Pandale jete jete jodi kono mayer hat dhore asha chotto chokher nojor amar putul gulir opor pore sei ashay....rongberonger putul ar banshi ar rastar dhulo amar char diner songee hoye othe...ar ami opekhha kori....

My review on Barfi published in telegraph t2

The taste of melting Dairy Milk Silk in your mouth is Barfi,the mischievous pranks you want to play on your Boss out of rage on a hellpacked day while you are working like a
pig and your boss is enjoying with his girlfriends,that is Barfi...The things you want to do from your heart without any reason
but cant do because of inhibitions and suddenly you get a chance to do them,that is Barfi....

.The dreams that get crushed by the bulldozer of reality each
and every moment but the taste of ecstasy when some unexpected rainkisses fall on your face from a half-closed window pane during your journey to office,
that is Barfi..The pain of letting your love go while you want him/her the most,that is Barfi...When somebody becomes your world and they leave you suddenly without any reason,
and you start missing them truely deeply madly and the tears on your cheeks when they come back to you again,that is Barfi...Barfi is a dreamride of ecstasy,imaginations,fantasies,broken and fevicoled dreams,love,warmth and a drop of sunshine that will truely make you happy.
Anurag Basu...thanks for such a dessert...

Coffeemoy abhiman

Bishonno bikel
irish coffeemoy
harano somoy
hothat godhulimoy
Sarot akash

Sahor pujomoy
Coffeer dhoyay pore
ekla abhiman.............

My raindrenched Tilottama and some thoughts

The rain drenched beauty of my city when viewed through the transluscent glass of the cab,made my heart fill with an uncanny bliss...The rainkissed roads, flyovers, buildings and the people spoke of something so new and so old that saturated my pensiveness..Suddenly my cab took a halt near the Park Circus traffic signal..and a little boy,hardly of 8yrs or less came near my window pane and asked for some money as he had not taken any food..I gave him a ten rupee note..I did not know whether he lied or not...Neither I asked him what he would do with that..Will he consume things which are prohibited for his age? These things did not come to my mind.Rather I felt reluctant to be judgemental..But the little boy with no clothes on his body,totally drenched in rain water and mud marked a stark impression of reality and the society in my mind...The battle between reality and romantiscism continues........

AMAR BRISHTIR JOURNAL

1
Akhn tilottomar mukh bhar...abhimanini premikar moto... monkharaper tukroguli tikhno folay chire dey akasher buk...ar golgol kore rakter bodole beriye ashe rongheen brishtir dol.

2
Nokher tibrotay lege thake akasher buk khamche dhora rokto...
r sokaler soreere dana dana brishti....ekla poth hatte sikhe jawara biswas bhanga jole snan sere ney...r natun swapnera abar bhenge porar jonno prastut hoy...

3
je sohore sobai sobaike harate chawar loraiye chut-te thake
je somoye sabcheye priyotomo bandhutio mukh firiye ney
je duniyay manushke choto korle nije boro howa jay
je deshe nari howa tao aporadh hoye dnaray...
je biswe chote ronger noy,rokter roktofag.........
je prithibir niswase bheshe beray bisher gandhobaspo...
sei prithibir buk acid rain fatiye dey...

4
aj sokaler akashta thik mon kharaper ronger moto chilo...sei rongtar gandho anekta nirob kannar artonader moto..bhenge porar seshmuhurter moto gombheer...........janina kano....flyover er opar theke janlar fnak diye anekkhon dekchilam...akash bollo amay,ami aschi tor kache ekhuni...ar tarporei shuttler kanche............ jano goriye porlo sutochenra muktor malar moto....r amar galeo...

Ekta bikel sindurmakhe ishaan ronga gane
Ekta akash bhisonrakam meghke bhalobashe
Ekta bikel shuttler kanch,IT makha dhulo
Achena angul,achena manush natun golpo likhuk...

MANBHANJAN

Brishtimakha akash
Surjobhanga bhor
ekposhla brishti
namuk eshe jor
bheshe ja na tui
joler tore dure
ankre dhorte paris
thakbo tori sathe
ragbhorti bikel
jhograr jhanjhe lal
mobile sudhu tor
urochithi- amar
trainer bhire khali
ghamer sathe bhab
hater muthoy mobile
chupchap,nirbak
bhir samle bari
sabdhane jash pls
jhogra koris rate
ghumiye porar age
man bhangabi tui
chokher koner jole
swapnalu chokh tor
surjo dekhe fere
amio brishti hoe
thakbo tori pashe

RONGEEN DINER KABYO

ekta din chador mure suprobhat janay
beniyasohokolar rong haway dhuye jay...
arekta din sada r kalo, janla khola batash
burkha tule akash tai beporowa gan gay...
ekta bhor pakhir palok roj kuriye rakhe
... bhison rokom narom bhabe sisir lofe tate,
ekta bikel boddo paji,chutte palay se
hariye jay muthor fanke,dhorte gelei take,
ekta rat bhison eka chilekothar pashe
nonta rokom gandho tate sunyotar fanke

Ekta brishtimukhor chena sohor...
rastar kalo sada sithi beye ajhor jolodhara...
gari,tram,buser sobdoheen aloron...
bhed kore chola  ek chanchal sunyota....
hater muthoy eka thake brishtimakha rumal
r ei sohorer jene fela amar prothom sobkichu...

Je sohorer pithe daag kate flyover
ar bridger tolay unki mare durgondhomoy jibonjapon
tolay ora....
ar opore amra....
shuttler er kancher epare rumalchapa mukh
ar opare abhyash, jibonmoyota..
bibhed thake,theke jay,jiiyee rakhi amrai
e prithibi sishuder abasojogyo theke jay...

Chena-achena-na chena

Taxi-alor golbritte brishtir abibhokto sikha...
rastar gale ebrokhebro dari r bronor ador..
jol akasher niche choto choto sahure jolabash..
ishan aloye tup tap jhore pora sonar kaner dul...
sunshan thikanaheen fonta guli anchre pore,
atol gobheer nirob sandhyabhanga sobde..
chena samay achena hoye thomke dnaraye
sei hothat tomay pratham dekha na chena baranday....

TARPOR....
tol khawa nadira janoik nalar moto boye jay,
goriye jay,sona golano samay....
saonlar angul pichle,pathure buke ghoshte
lal neel nurir thonth akataro chuye,-nirbikare
fireo chay na ektibaro,ekbarer jonneo!!!
yashodharar chokhe lege thake apekhkhar neel surma..
ARO EKBAR...
Ferari samay arekbar fire ashe golapi danay
natun kore,anno bhabe,tepantor periye..
paloke lege thake tin samudro satash nodir baspo..
seo to ek anya sandhyar golpo...
chena chokh,achena ghor,chena dukhho,
achena hawa,chena ghran,achena rong
chinte para ra barbar  na-chinte para gulike
prasno kore,chokh rangay,bhru kochkaye...
sab kamon abar hariye jay,dhusar neel gahbore
ba pure jay kono kalo sareeri rater arale...
chirotore...
TAFAT ta sudhu theke jay...
sediner brishti ta bujhi atota dushito chilo na....

subho march maash

aabir rangano khonik roktofaag
premik prakriti,
premika march mash
usko chule pornomochee ghran
susko twake anadar,anabhyash..
rongeen gondho,
rangeen faager gaan
matir sobuj chokhe neelche asman
premik prakriti,
premika march mash...........

NOVEMBER AND MY KOLKATA

A night with an essence of eeriness,
the grass merges with the dream of
outram ghats and winds down
along the lanes of victoria memorial
the lazy lips of the  colourful pebbles
kiss the dew drops,so passionately...
the alleys of the NEW MARKET
are stunned  spectators of the
invisible songs of our sweaty hands,
imperfect yet appear flawless in the mild chill....
the smell of the old and new books
wanders  from esplanade to college street
--fearlessly, without even a ticket...
the events of november revolutions reappear
from the pages of history as a red nostalgia...
the momos and smoky tea cups
crowd in front of nandan and academy.
hyping impatiently for the international film festival.....
the colourfull woolen empire scented with napthalene
 tastes freedom  again --after a long break....
the pride of a malls and the modesty of slums
warm themselves up with the FIRE of
NOVEMBER and MY KOLKATA...

BREAK UP happens

When the falling star on a serene night cries...
When the broken slumber on a beautiful morning sighs...
When the paused rain on a moist dusk screams.....
When the urge of making love stops after a huge fight...
When the desire of unseeability trounces your heart like hell but still...
When they are seen with someone unmatched the heart yells...
When missed calls and smses from the known number stops without any reason..
When the need of listening sad songs rise and fall unpredictably....
THEN ...
BREAK UP HAPPENS............

14th february

mochhober din aj, tai darun february mash...
bhalobasha alu potol r gonikar soreer motoi
ek sathe mile mishe ghente paank....
aam admir tai sobtuku gile chete pute khawa...
chokh bandho koreo ar duto chokher sandhan koratukuo anyay...
ek gada taka gochha r tofa kine rakhar anarambar ajuhaat...
anno joner onake dekhe " issh ki maal " bolatukuo thame na..
facebooker attogulo relationship option rom...romiye bajar gorom kore...
tai amisotwo bojay rekhe kota potabo,jotabo r fotabor nirbhejal prayash...
single thakata ajkal just poshay na,tai pushte suru korlam..
bhanga gorar sei chena khela bhangar khelar chorom abhyash..
bhalobasha bikri hoy, hay eki sorbonash.............
eksonge katate chawa muhurto gulo kacher churir moto thunkoi theke jay...
neku pushu munu dintar jonneo to karur pete jote bhaat..
tai bajari bhalobashar din take arekbar janai selaam......
r sobar jonne ekrash lal sada golaper tora thakuk abhibadoner moto...

BREAK UP...

nishut rate bhenge jawa swapner moto jege thaka tara bole...

sokal ronga sorire sodya bhanga ghumer moto teebrota bole othe...

bheja bikele hothat bondho howa brishtira chitkar kore bole...

bhison shite thokthoke kampunir sathe jive gorom coffeer chyaka bole...

jhogra korte korte hothat tumul ador korar ichha gulo theme jawa tuku bole........

anekdin na dekhar por hothat kore dekhte pawar jwala ta falafala kore bole...
anyer pashe dekhte peye na mananor bhabna guli matha kure kure bole...

chena number theke hothat kore bekhayale bondho hoye jawa sms r missed call bole...

joto rajyer bosta pocha kannar gan guli sunte chawar ichha guli more giye abar beche othar bahana guli bole othe..............

BREAK UP............

BISHAKTO

soreer theke eke eke alongkar khule rakho
gayer chamra gutiye newar moto ....
hriday take soreer theke upre ber kore nao...
tarpor finki diye berote dao jomat neel rokto
bish bish somosto kalsheete bish ugre dao...
ghrinar moto roktokhkhoroner parod chorte dao kromosoh...
tarpor eke eke hat pa chokh jeebh thonth alada kore nao...
nognotake chorom bhabe ador koro..
tarporeo jodi tomar pashe thake keu...
erporeo jodi tomake bhalobashe keu...
take ankre rekho,japte rekho, bendhe rekho asthe pristhe
tomar angobeehin alingoner jwolonto monopoly diye.........

RASHBEHARI AVENUE

EIKHANETE PRATIDIN SHAHURE BYASTOTA
EIKHANETEI BUS,TRAM, DHULO AR CHAKA...
EKTA MORE ,AREKTA MOR SANGEE

EKTA BUS,EKTA TRAM,CHARACHARI
METRO PASHE HELAN DIYE AUTO SOB
SIGNAL LAAL,THOMKE THAKAR BAHANA
RASTAR BUKE PAANER PIKE ROKTOFAAG
JONMODAAG,EBROKHEBRO,FALAFALA--
MICHILE MEETINGE PAYER CHOTITE SAFETY PIN
KOKHONO SOKHONO ELOMELO KONO AJUHAAT...
HAJAR BOCHURE GURO DHULO THAKE SAKHKHI
LUTOPUTI KHAY MRITYUMAKHA ITIHAAS
BENCHE THAKE NIYE SUCHETONA R BONOLATA
KOBI,RAKTO,TRAM AR EI RASTA..........

RATER AKASH
BESH ADURE
CHILEKOTHAR
EKLA BATASH
EKFALI CHAND
ANKRE REKHE
BENIWALA
CHIKMIKE SOB
TUKRO TARA
ASTE ASTE
EKLA KANDE
MON KHARAPER
BONER PITHE
ALTO TOKA
BEKHEYALE
PREM
PREMIKA
PREMIKRA SAB
BASTOBATA
JORIYE DHORE
RODCHASMA 
FELE DIYE
NATUN KORE
BANCHTE SEKHE
PRADIP SEKE
BANDUTTER
KOMOL ALOYE
KHUB JAMATI
ADOR ROKOM
SWAPNO ROKOM
NIJER MOTON...

ADOR

Neshatur ronge cheyechi toke
arektibar ay na kache
angulra sab thikana khonje
arek ronger angul name
khonjer fanke brishti ele
enke dey tor thonter mane






sonali ronger swapno buni
tor jimmay pureo rakhi
bibortoner ugro jhanjhe
pagol kora mon kharape
nokhguli sab hingsha poshe
tor tor sudhu tori jonye


teebro kanche ghor thunko
bhange jore abar bhange
andhokarer jihba hote
nrishangshota hat pa chore
danter chabuk jeebher pithe
kamre rakhe asthe pristhe






neel neel sab kalshite neel
kancher churi mangsho ghate
shiray shiray pakiye othe
guliye othe ghrinar ronge
rakto kharan bhisan garom
chokher jole rakto pore




ghrina ghrina sab hingsha ghrina
tukro kore,chireo fele
upekhkhara uposh kore
matha khore r bomio kore
rokte rokte agun jole
dabanol tai puriye mare


beesh beesh sob kalshite bish
moner golir finki diye
chunye pore,jamat bandhe
kancher guro rokte gole
biswasta bhangle pore
bolo to sona,kamon lage








tui ki bhabish ekai paris
hriday take upre nite?
tabuo toke samle rakhi
kanthoswash rudhdho kore
jani je tui paliye jabi
ajke hoyto,noyto pore...

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চাইনা রানি
পারলে হতে
ভিখারিনী 
অনেক সুখে
থাকতে পেতাম
নিজের মত
স্বাধীন জীবন
তবুও আমি
রাজকুমারি
একলা পথে
হাঁটতে রাজি
চাইনা আমার
রাজকুমার
একলা আগুন
আর দুটো
হাত । ।

chaina raja
chaina rani
parle hote 
bhikharini
anek sukhe
thakte petam
nijer moto
swadhin jibon
tobuo ami 
rajkumari
ekla pothe
hat te raji
chaina amar 
rajkumar
ekla agun
r duto hath

Ami to ami
emni khushi
alpo kichu
hok ba na hok
coffeer moto
dhuyote bikel
barandate 
ekla boshe
khushir sishir
lufe berai
hater patay
kimba mathay
moner chokhe
osrubhore
khusir jhilik
unki mare
chupi chupi
tabuo sudhu
ekta pagol
bujhte pare
heshe beray
alpotka
jigesh kore
ebar bolo
purte gele
kamon lage???

সূর্য যখন উঠবে তবে

বৃষ্টি মাখি

সকাল বাড়ি

মেঘলা আকাশ

কাজল রকম

হঠাৎ কেমন

দেখে আমায়

অন্য চোখে

একটা প্রহর

নিজের মতন

আমার কথা

ফুরায় যেমন

অজান্তে যে

ঝূপূশ করে

বৃষ্টি ভাসি

হয় পৃথিবী

জলের মুঠো

পড়লে পড়ে

ঢেঊ ওঠাসব

শাড়ির সারি

হাত পা ছুড়ে

ডাকে আমায়

ঘরে ফেরার

বায়না জোড়ে

আমি শেষে

পালাই তবে??

মন মুক্তোর

গাঁথা মালা

ভীষণ জোরে

কপট রাগে

টেনে হিঁচড়ে

তারটি ছিঁড়ে 

মুক্তো গুলি

ছিটকে গিয়ে

গড়িয়ে পড়ে

এদিক ওদিক

ছুটতে থাকে

দোস্তি করে

তারপরেতে 

বৃষ্টি বাড়ি

একলা একা

 মন কাবাড়ি

ফোঁটা ফোঁটা

লুটোপুটি

ঝরতে চাওয়া

ঠুনকো সময় 

শূন্যতা আর

ঠিকানা বিহীন

বলতে চাওয়া

নীরবতারা

ঠোঁটা টা ছুঁয়ে

পালিয়ে বেড়ায়

আবার কখন

মন খেয়ালে

ভুরু কুঁচকে

প্রশ্ন তোলে

আমার দিকে

তাকাবি তবে??

হাওয়ারা বলে

স্নেহরা বলে

পাগল বলে

পাগলি বলে

সূর্য যখন

ঊঠবে তবে । ।

পাগল আর রোদ চশমা

Ekta pagol 
tomar dware
janlakhola 
chandni rate
mommkhano
mishti chule
chander barir 
swapno niye
jonakider jhilimilite
rodchasma 
hariye fele
sholte makha
pradip khani
charti hater
patar majhe
banchiye rakhe
khub koste...




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চাঁদনি রাতে
মোম মাখানো
মিষ্টি চুলে
চাঁদের বাড়ির
স্বপ্ন নিয়ে
জোনাকিদের ঝিলমিলিতে
রোদ চশমা
হারিয়ে ফেলে
সলতে মাখা
প্রদীপ খানি
চারটি হাতের
পাতার মাঝে
বাঁচিয়ে রাখে
খুব কষ্টে ।