ভীত ভিখারীর বাস্তব

সব ছিড়ে ভেসে গেছ সাকুরার পালক !

বাঁচার রসদ খুঁজে ফিরে ক্লান্ত শরীর 

ফিরে যায় বারবার ঘুমের আশ্রয়ে !

মিথ্যে সান্তনার ঘিরে ফেলে যত পুরনো রক্তের দাগ,

যত সত্যি-ভয়, যত কার্য-কারণ দুঃস্বপ্নের সরল সমীকরণ !

ব্যর্থ , মৃত সাদাটে সাকুরা ভেসে চলে ...! 

Pessimism

Let it be a dull sky..

Let the moon burn out..

Troy is no more.

May be they'll be lost..and forgotten..

Who cares the marcy-less History?

Or may be remembered...

in their own Odyssey..

Perhaps, only words will remain...

Optimism

We'll fill the crowded disk

with songs from countryside.

We'll look to the world together

in our own merry-go-round ride.

The crystals of dream

sparkles in mind,

when I close my eyes..

the colors are changing every-time..

and they are brighter...

when we are together.

so cheer up..

and lets paint the sky together.

Lets make hope 

the song of our lifetime.

From now on in future,

there is no waste of time.

because we'll be together

for our lifetime...

Return

Return..

when the saffron sky

disappears

before kissing the brightest star

goodbye..

Return..

before the shining angels 

sadly smile 

up above there...

and fades away in silence.

Return..

before the hopes turns into

drewdrops..

and defeat to the struggling  sun 

with red tomorrows..

The square window

The world comes alive through my small window..

And I cherish, I wonder. 

I see through the looking glass ..

to that small glimpse of infinity..

And hold my breath for hope..

Little trifling daemons visit me every day..

I fight, I learn. 

The rubics cube never matches,

Still I play, 

and continue learning.

The square window brought news

of passing sand,  and shining faces.

I can't hear..but I do see them..

the pretentious smile,

and the forgotten tears they hold..

The squared world changes color,

yet stands still,

At  dusk, my window reminds me

of the days passed by..

I smile back at the squared world,

and ignite the candles in the other side..

(inspired by Amar janla, a song by Anjan Dutta