One wish, just?
Alright.
Listen to me, here.
Melt me into him,
God, whoever you are!
Thursday, 25 December 2014
Wednesday, 17 December 2014
আমার সন্তান যেন থাকে দুধে-ভাতে
বরং -
বর্ম খুলে রাখব তোমার পায়ে,
বা যদি চাও,
ঈশ্বর ডাকো যাকে।
ঘুণাক্ষরেও বুঝতে দেবো না, জেনো -
ঈশ্বর মানিনা আমি,
শুধু মানি - আপনাকে।
Tuesday, 16 December 2014
Rest in peace, Nirbhaya. We will not.
This poetry has been published in the anthology "She The Shakti" which can be purchased HERE!
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I can't say why -
But have you not noticed too?
That,
Decembers...
These days..
They got colder
Colder than before
Colder than ever
colder in a different way?
It is a chill of another kind -
Oh, it is! It is!
Friday, 12 December 2014
অতলের পথে...
অন্তর্নিহিত শূন্যতাই হোক
অথবা, অতল খাদ।
ডুবুরিদের বোলো,
শ্বাস চেপে তুলে আনে যেন
প্রাণ -
নির্মোহ, নিস্পন্দ,
ঝিনুক আঁটা মুক্তোর মতো, স্থির।
Monday, 17 November 2014
Teenyweeny Series: Over Coffee!
The alarm went off in it's soothing, tinkling tone. It rose in
volume over the moments it was left to ring, until he finally gave in.
He opened his eyes to the bright blue morning and turned to his
side. Either side. He now slept right at the middle of the bed, and enjoyed the
space on either side. The barrenness, the freedom.
He patted the pillow cover straight, and then stretched his
hands to tuck the corners of the bed-sheet towards his head. This was a regular
affair before he left his bed everyday.
On his way to the washroom, he picked up his toothbrush from its
stand, laid a thick layer of toothpaste atop it and carried it along.
Fifteen minutes later he came out, leaving behind the gushing
sound of water that filled the cistern back.
He now moved towards the kitchen. Collected the saucepan, poured
some water in it, reached out to the upper row of the kitchen rack for his mug
and the row below that for a spoon to mix things with. He got the milk from the
fridge. The other ingredients were laid neatly in bottles, clearly marked by
their contents, one beside another, on the base of the window right next to the
oven.
He made himself a cup of coffee. He carried the mug to the
living space and laid himself on the easy-chair, legs stretched, slowly sipping
in it. Like every day.
....
The care he took, the attention he gave, the touch that warmed
these left behinds - the pillow cover, the bed sheet, the toothbrush holder,
the fridge, the kettle, the oven, and even the chair that he sat upon - if
only he could spare some of it on the one who actually left them behind, they
wouldn't have been left behinds at all.
...
Over coffee... wasn't that how they had met, exactly a decade
back? - She sighed a smile, musing over this, a coffee cup in her hand, his
picture printed all over it.
....
Tooth fairy - Episode 1
Myra was newest of the lot, and youngest. It was her first assignment. A little girl of nine had lost her one of her teeth last night, as said the record-book. She was fend to fetch it against a surprise token of 10$ for gift.
She was also nine years old herself , but she had never known what losing teeth could be like. Fairies do not lose tooth, her Mom had said when she asked.
It was a stormy night, and soon as she got going down the clouds, the clouds changed their colours to grey and then to black. They roared in thunderstorm and burned in lightening, and little Myra lost her way. But then, she was a brave, little girl, and she never wanted to return home unsuccessful on her very first assignment. So, she held out her little wand to show her the path, and kept climbing down her way. The clouds she stepped on were quickly melting and forcefully dripping down their way to the earth in loud, deafening splatters. She kept moving, careful from the electric of the lightening and the turmoil of the water waves as the clouds hit against each other with roaring vengeance.
She finally found her way to the earth.
She landed on the rooftop of the house and then crawled down from the sun shade. She quietly slipped her way through the window pane. It was an easy task for a fairy, though her Mom told her that humans cannot do the same. They cannot pass through the opaque and have doors to houses to let them get in and out of them. Funny, she thought to herself.
She tip-toed to the inside of the house. From the little she could make out, it looked like an old house with many rooms. The record-book said it's a red brick-house, double-storeyed, with pictures of sun and rainbow on the walls of the room where the girl sleeps. There, that way seemed the bed-room; though it was all dark and she couldn't really be sure. She could neither make out the colour of the wall or the paintings, if any, on them.
But then, she could not return empty hands, could she? - she told herself yet again. And so, she stepped further into the house.
Clink! Sounded something metallic, as she stepped on it. Oh, she go to be more careful! She took a few more cautious steps, slower this time.
She finally entered the room. In the flash of a lightening she could make out a large bed positioned at about the center of the room, and a small bed-side table just beside it. She could also vaguely make out a short human figure cuddled on the bed, tucked in a blanket, deep asleep.
She slowly stepped towards the table. Maybe this's where she should start from. There, a glass jar filled with water, and through it shines what she has been looking for. Oh, it's such an easy job! - she eagerly steps forward and grins to herself.
She quickly wears her hand gloves, brings out her silk pouch, puts the shining white enamel into it and zips her purse. Before she tiptoes back and steps out of the window, she doesn't forget to leave the precious 10$ note in a pink envelope atop the pillow on which the girl is fast asleep. There, her job is done! She gallops her way up the clouds, smiling ear to ear at her first success.
xxxx
Sneak-peek into Episode 2...
It isn't until the next morning that she realises it!..........................................
She was also nine years old herself , but she had never known what losing teeth could be like. Fairies do not lose tooth, her Mom had said when she asked.
It was a stormy night, and soon as she got going down the clouds, the clouds changed their colours to grey and then to black. They roared in thunderstorm and burned in lightening, and little Myra lost her way. But then, she was a brave, little girl, and she never wanted to return home unsuccessful on her very first assignment. So, she held out her little wand to show her the path, and kept climbing down her way. The clouds she stepped on were quickly melting and forcefully dripping down their way to the earth in loud, deafening splatters. She kept moving, careful from the electric of the lightening and the turmoil of the water waves as the clouds hit against each other with roaring vengeance.
She finally found her way to the earth.
She landed on the rooftop of the house and then crawled down from the sun shade. She quietly slipped her way through the window pane. It was an easy task for a fairy, though her Mom told her that humans cannot do the same. They cannot pass through the opaque and have doors to houses to let them get in and out of them. Funny, she thought to herself.
She tip-toed to the inside of the house. From the little she could make out, it looked like an old house with many rooms. The record-book said it's a red brick-house, double-storeyed, with pictures of sun and rainbow on the walls of the room where the girl sleeps. There, that way seemed the bed-room; though it was all dark and she couldn't really be sure. She could neither make out the colour of the wall or the paintings, if any, on them.
But then, she could not return empty hands, could she? - she told herself yet again. And so, she stepped further into the house.
Clink! Sounded something metallic, as she stepped on it. Oh, she go to be more careful! She took a few more cautious steps, slower this time.
She finally entered the room. In the flash of a lightening she could make out a large bed positioned at about the center of the room, and a small bed-side table just beside it. She could also vaguely make out a short human figure cuddled on the bed, tucked in a blanket, deep asleep.
She slowly stepped towards the table. Maybe this's where she should start from. There, a glass jar filled with water, and through it shines what she has been looking for. Oh, it's such an easy job! - she eagerly steps forward and grins to herself.
She quickly wears her hand gloves, brings out her silk pouch, puts the shining white enamel into it and zips her purse. Before she tiptoes back and steps out of the window, she doesn't forget to leave the precious 10$ note in a pink envelope atop the pillow on which the girl is fast asleep. There, her job is done! She gallops her way up the clouds, smiling ear to ear at her first success.
xxxx
Sneak-peek into Episode 2...
It isn't until the next morning that she realises it!..........................................
Saturday, 25 October 2014
Thursday, 16 October 2014
A Loss called Home
It has been a long day today - she thought in her mind - waving her hand mindlessly in the direction of the stray autos that whizzed her past on the highway. Some had passengers, some went empty, some didn't want to take one as they announced their close of day to themselves. Close of day it was, as the hand of the watch crossed eight and steadily moved closer to nine as did the colour of the sky, from dark to darker.
It indeed was one of those days that she couldn't wait to go home.
As with every regular day, she finally had her turn of luck with transport after the usually long and impatient wait-time, and cutting through the ruthless traffic and the foul traffickers of the city, she finally reached in front of their community gate and heaved a sigh of relief.
Home, ah! Home. Finally.
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