souvik ghosh [unreleased version]

Self Image

2016-12-29T09:45:00.001+05:30

Lonely days and ugly nights

The fog replace the sight of a beautiful world

Where I used to stay before

Hollow face and starry eyes

The cold surrounds the joy of a warm smile

Where I found myself before

Behold now, let the spirits overflow

From here now, have no place else to go

Be calm now, keep your ridgety fidgety sickly ricketty paralysed self image to yourself

Perceptions[3]

2016-12-29T09:43:00.001+05:30

In the white pillow digs

Been down to yours

Spare the moonlit sorrow

While the red lips grow

All the senses cry for

Some meaner tricks

To your sixth sense sorrow

Bury me deep

What you were yesterday

You can't hold them back

While your age crisis sway back and forth

Your misfit jeans that stay in cupboard

Your endless trial for looking for love

And last good try to dream like before

Had finished burning every bit of paper

It had been just a part of misfortune

Burns are a common thingy

মৃত কবির সংগঠন

2016-12-29T09:41:00.001+05:30

এবার, রং মাখানো রাস্তা দিয়ে চলা

ক্লান্ত বুকে আলকাতরার ধোঁঁয়া

এবার মিথ্যে তামাশা নিতে চাইল ছুটি

লোক হাসানোর গল্প জানতে চাওয়া

বিকেল এখন মেজাজ ঘুড়ি অন্য আকাশ খোঁজা

সকাল আমার আগুনের রোশনাই

জোলো হাওয়া ধোঁঁয়ার আগুন ছুঁয়ে যাওয়া যায়

ছুঁওনা আমার ছিন্নমস্তার ছাই

মন ভোলানোর গল্প বুঝে রাস্তা খুঁঁজে পাওয়া

খানাখন্দ রাস্তা চলা দায়

খেয়াল খুশির আলতো তুষির আড়ালে থেকে

হাজার বছর কাটিয়ে দেওয়া যায়

এবার জ্যান্ত ফুলের গন্ধে মাতোয়ারা

কথার বুকে কঠিন কপাল ঠুকি

এখন মুখ গুঁজে থাক চোয়ালের কঠিন

বুকের খাঁঁজে সবুজ ফিতের উঁকি

শুকনো আলাপ নষ্ট গোলাপ শুধু প্রলাপ বকা

অন্য কথার জন্য গড়িমসি

ছায়াছবি মৃত কবি সংবেদনী টান

কবির মুখে কল্লোলিনির হাসি

Unknown

2016-12-29T09:34:00.001+05:30

She holds behind herself
The glare that she bore
She tosses away her little self
In the lonesome sea shore

Her eyes had no tear
Her heart had no fear
She walked towards uncertainty
Year after year

The last time she wore a gown
The last day she sang a song
Now she has no words to speak
Wise to face the unknown

Children

2015-05-14T22:10:00.001+05:30

Rudolf was going to do it. Today is the day. The pilot closed the cockpit door, will be gone for a couple. Co pilot Rudolf locked the door from inside. “Flight GW346 en route, 300 nauts, elevation 35 thousand, acknowledge ”, he spoke in his microphone. The other end was sending the reply, when Rudolf pushed the autopilot off and initiated landing manoeuvre. The plane took a jolt and took nose dive, the cloud was clearing away very fast. Captain Wehrman could not go to the men’s room at all. He charged towards the cockpit door. Rudolf must have fallen unconscious, he shouldn’t have left him alone. The door was locked from inside. Captain asked the hostess to give the combination to open the door, which went in vain. The door was securely locked from inside. The whole picture started getting clear. The descent wasn’t any different, with the sunny sky behind, and the dark alps zooming in, little Elvis found it amusing. Wehrman kept on pounding the door, which he believed would open up by some miracle. Rudolf was clear in himself. He was going to take everyone with him, this was something he dreamed of, his eyes weren’t getting any better, the retina was getting weaker everyday. The only option that would be left to him would be to beg, a blind beggar. He had his fate sealed, there was no escape. Since that day he is contemplating his death, how he is going to make it big. He can die in nihilistic paranoia taking everyone with him. This gave him a sense of purpose, all that he will be doing will be a preparation for the eventual. This day has come, he felt like God. He is taking all the God’s children to sleep, keeping aside their pleas and wishes. The descendant of death would not listen to anyone either. Its a part of life. Accept it, Rudolf spoke in himself, as if the pilot can hear him beyond all the screaming and banging. The right wing hit a mountain, and the plane bent sidewards, creating a large cry for life. Wehrman wasn’t losing hope, he tried all his cards, talking into issues, making positive suggestions, asking questions, re-freshing the mindset, none of which worked. It was time, the green mountain were getting dark, the cry of the passengers were getting dampened, that little child was rejoicing the event, maybe he knows he will be going back to where he came from. So did everyone. The impact happened at 450mph in the Alps. There were no survivors among the 150 onboard. Debris that was left for identification was only the flight stabilizers, and a part of the fuselage, burnt beyond recognition.

lie to me

2015-03-24T21:57:00.000+05:30

hold your heart
hide your scars
try not to remember
what is gone
has to go forever

feed yourself
pout your lips
look away from my glimpse
tell a lie
that'll always be sweeter

lie to me, as you always do
I might be hard, not much as you
We'll face the world without a clue
just make the whole story, look good

three little words
I might have asked
fake your smiles with flabbergast
nothing's wrong
being loved like this

have your breakfast
take advice
sink your eyes on your smart device
look little shy
that'll always be safer

tell me lies of fancy sky
We'll have our trip on an airline
go together to a foreign land
just let the whole story, look good.

The Beatles' guide to love a girl

2014-11-13T10:27:00.000+05:30

Hey jude,
Don't you think you are too much wasted to fall in love for another time? Still you are my favorite, so I want you to stop dreaming and start living for this moment. Remember to let the heart beat in its pace, so that you can stay alive. And in order to make it better, play some sad song in your guitar. You don't have to be afraid, but you have to have a clear conscience to look into things that really matter. Don't you know that your shoulder is the place where she will rest her head, so better let all the strength build up inside you. You could stop carrying the world upon your shoulder, and slowly you can find your world in her. Let it in and let it out of you, as if she had been always there for you, you were the fool to act cool and stay away from her. Now that you know you are happy to be with her, and to have her under your skin, your head starts to act indifferent, as a refusal to change. Get over with that, for it is going to be a change for the good.

2014-09-17T18:37:00.000+05:30

আজ জাচ্ছিস তুই চলে, bye করবো না আর তোকে

দেখা করবো না তোর সাথে

যদি বিকেলবেলা একলা থাকিস বসে

তোকে থাকতে আর জাগতে আমি বলছি না

আমার স্বপ্ন দেখা একটু বাকি আছে

আর খুঁজব না তোকে এই ব্যকুল দুই চোখে

তুই আড়ালেই থাক নিজের সাথে

আজ খেলব না খেলা ভাঙার খেলা

জানিস না আজ ঝড় উঠেছে

সামনের ওই তেপান্তরের মাঠে ?

আমি ভাবব না আর তোকে তোর লালচে check shirt-এ

তোকে বলব না আর খোলা চুল রাখতে

আর হাসব না তোর দিকে চেয়ে

জানিস না আজ বৃষ্টি হচ্ছে

ভিনদেশে এই মরুভূমির মাঠে ?

আবার বছর দশেক পর

2014-09-17T18:35:00.001+05:30

আজ আবার কিছু মিথ্যে কথা বলার আছে

আর সকাল থেকে সন্ধ্যেবেলা সময় আছে

হোক না জানা সব আলতু ফালতু গল্প

না চাইলেও যা পেয়ে যাওয়া যায় অল্প ।

যদি মেলে আবার বছর খানেক পর

এমন দিন দুপুর আর সন্ধ্যের অবসর

হবে পুরোনো দিনের কিছু অনুস্মরণ

আবার ফিরে পাব সেই মিথ্যে কথার ধরন ।

চেতন ভগত থেকে রানি পদ্মিনি

বীর ‘খলি’ থেকে মটন বিরিয়ানি

মোহনবাগান - ইস্টবেঙ্গল কার পাল্লা ভারি

এই শোন না, তোর নামটা যেন কি বললি ?

যদি বছর দশেক পর এরম ভাবে

এমন ভাট বকে বেড়াই সহজ ভাবে

তোর ব্যস্ত দিনের ছোট্ট একটা ফাঁকে

তুই চিনতে পারবি তো মানুষটাকে?

Cheap Hangover

2014-09-17T18:35:00.000+05:30

i had to do something that i cant remember
everything were in the same place
however i needed a place to fit in
now i remember that it was the same feeling i had
in some distant past
where i remember to be fighting against uncertainty
and there i assumed i had nothing to lose
in some dawn i had my sparkling night
with the cheap liquor hangover
i couldn't sleep, keeping myself quiet
with a rush of blood surging
when your favourite song played in some local station
the music taking all the way back to the start
and the contemplations were all exaggerated
which were meant to be forgotten but don't know why
like the thing that happens when i see you
through eyes or imaginations
i sense that i have pushed myself too hard
and its because why i happen to see you
that i remember the best thing for me is to find my inner self
to be felt connected to the eternity
but i don't remember why i have to think that way
that when i put myself in your place
i find myself nowhere to be mentioned
its true we haven't known each other
we haven't even tried to
its nothing that i want from you, nothing to lose or gain
please don't start with me again
i just wish that the same song plays in your station too
and you feel the same way as i do

নিতাই-এর নামতা

2014-08-14T18:23:00.000+05:30

নিতাই কে কি চেনো কেউ

জান তার জীবনের কি মর্ম

কথা বলতে গিয়ে তার হয় যে কি মুশ্কিল

বুদ্ধির গোড়ায় লাগায় ব্যঞ্জনবর্ণ

এদিকে সন্ধ্যে পড়ার আগেই

নিতাই শুরু করে আপন কর্ম

মুগুর ভাঁজা হয়ে গেল বলে

পেশি তো না, যেন লোহার বর্ম

সন্ধ্যের বাতাস লাগল যেই গায়ে

ক্লান্ত মাথা্র ঘিলু অকর্মন্য ;

সুন্দরীদের ভাব দেখানোই সার

ছেনালি মারার ছোট্ট আতিশয্য

চায়ের দোকানে সাবাড়ে নিতাই

দেশি বিড়ি ও তেলতেলে ভোজ্য

কথার পিঠে রদ্দা মারার ফলে

করতে হয় চাটন সহ্য

তাই ব্যঞ্জনে বন্দি থাকে

উষ্ণ নিতাই ও তার বাচ্য ;

ঘনায় রাত যত ধীরে ধীরে

বাবাজি শুরু করেন তাঁর কার্য

রিক্ত নিতায়ের রোজনামচা

ধোঁয়ায় দেখা স্বপ্নে হয় ধার্য ।

Hope and Horoscope

2014-02-07T01:57:00.001+05:30

Just stalking your mind
The darkness inside the domine
And empty spaces between us
Has the hope of divine sunshine
Not changing the fate indeed
I'm not that pristine
Happiness is in store for you
And the satisfaction is mine
Take this as your horoscope
As our fate is sublime.

zombies

2014-02-07T01:19:00.001+05:30

somewhat strange as it may seem

no worries behind, no troubles foreseen

I'm gonna stay up all the night

play my song on a six string...alright

trouble keeps on coming to us

hurls at us lifeless carcass

even if we know our inside hurts

we get past through all the circus

whoever leaves us we don't know

whatever makes us craving for a go

whenever they wanted whatever we do

its all the same whack, playin the blue

life is too boring and short for us

we'd be dating zombies for a pass

trade our eyes for warmer hearts

and roll up in our divine grass

the blank

2014-02-04T20:30:00.000+05:30

in the cold grazing land

the cowboy flicker his wand

for herding the mustang

to return to the blank

pieces of memories remnant

makes way to the distant

i'll take all that I can

on my return to the blank

singing aloud her song

the maid was already gone

listen to the hymn she sang

on the journey to the blank

whiter than the desert sand

a spark of vision that I ever had

cant leave behind my hideous pang

on transit to the blank

Our day

2013-12-28T21:01:00.000+05:30

My dear friend

this day is going to come

that will be our day at last

you need not worry at all

the bells will jingle only for us.

My lovely friend

we might shiver in the cold of the night

but our hearts will burn in desire

we won't get lost in the crowd

we'll tightly hold each other.

My sweet friend, you know

time has never been for us

never been in our favour

we'll be strong to overcome that

and only seek for what we care.

My caring friend

we'll trample through the market

in the cold christmas night

we'll run across the busy traffic

in a frenzy of certain kind.

My strong friend

we'll run a mile to catch the bus

to the place where we belong

we'll slow down for a cigarette puff

and get drunk all night along

you might feel cold, in need of warmth

I'll hold you tight, no guilt at all

you'll have my trust, I'll have your faith

we'll stay like this on christmas night.

My forever friend

our time might run fast for us to stay

but I promise you it will be our day

even when this day won't come at all

I'll keep on trying to have it on

We'll have this day forever in mind

It's memories will make us look behind

we're uncertain how time goes with us

but I promise this day will be for us.

BLUR

2013-12-04T00:46:00.002+05:30

there were bruises on my shoulder
that I incurred of my past
there she was leading me here
to the song that didn't last

a friend she was, while years passed
a friend she made, who'd care for us
the song was sung
the fingers crossed
our confused past put an endless scar
and she made me lose to her
it was pain for me to let go of them
of them who served my fate
its hard when she keeps believing me
and I'm heavy with regrets

a dream she made of me when I rambled on
a dream she made while I fooled around
this pain she bore
with hopes untold
she found me now while I discover
that she made me lose to her

reminiscent of a beautiful past(almost gold)

2013-11-20T20:58:00.002+05:30

I passed a few memories which I hate to have

You take me here from far
Up to the highest star
You took a part of me
No one else will ever see

And if I gave away
What I am dying to say

I couldn't give you more than this
I was born and it was bliss
I have died for a thousand years
Tasted salt of a thousand tears
And your kiss was almost gold

You took me near, you took me far
Up to the highest, brightest star
You're giving back the exchange
We got something going on

And if I ever fell from grace
With every living human state

Well, I throw the whole thing down
And I take to higher ground
Cast a spell on my surround
Time to think on what I found
This is almost gold

Jesus And Mary Chain - Almost Gold Lyrics | MetroLyrics

why one wouldn't compare sachin tendulkar to anyone

2013-11-17T12:55:00.000+05:30

sachin tendulkar is a common man like us, he was born in a humble marathi family and still is a part of it, we are free to make comparison because we are conditioned by generations to make critical comparisons, that we eventually make at every instant. however in the event of comparison we will stay away from the main concern that bothers us, the greatness of the man. Food for thought, would we want to compare bach with beethoven? or rabindranath tagore with saratchandra chattopadhyay, or satyajit ray with ritwik ghatak, or kishore kumar with manna dey? there can be a lot of examples in the world like this, where there are contemporaries in the same profession, earning the same respect or maybe sometimes a little less. A man lives on his works, so lets face it, sachin tendulkar has only and only stayed focussed in his works, in his world of chasing the dream of a cricketer, he has religiously practiced for 30 years in the fields just to stay focussed to his dreams, to his cricket career, he has got himself injured, rebuked and criticized by others, even there was a time when his tennis elbow was considered the jinx that took away his magic when he failed to score runs, but never did it happen to him that he is incapable of doing better, and eventually everyone started trusting him with runs, with winning matches, with making strategies, with teaching juniors, with winning the world cup. Just like a fairy tale we might see the good times of the man since it was like a fairy tale that this man put us through such an adrenalin rush,we can only see a 5ft tall curly haired man with a shy smile, staying stoic to the waves of exaggeration and reprimand, following his father's teachings of doing our own work and chase our dreams with the belief that dream do come true when we chase it. The fascinating fact is that he belongs to our age, we passed our childhood watching the great strokes of 1996 world cup, we lived our dreams of becoming some cricketer watching the 1998 sharjah match, we ate tons of biscuits and potato wafers to get a one in a 1000 chance to get his autographed card, we spent our teenage looking upto sourav ganguly's team india and its brilliant performance in the first decade of this century including the 2004 world cup and eventually the ms dhoni generation that has exceeded the barrier of a competent cricket team to become the strongest one in the world on 2011 world cup. And throughout this time, the little master has made his efforts to improve, and even in the last day of his cricket match, his eyes were shining like that of a 16 year old enthusiast who is willing to learn from the field. We belong to the age of sachin tendulkar, one who made an example of consistency and changed the course of history through cricket.

A Creative Re-Imagination of my inner self: Urge for Independence ..........

2013-08-15T23:09:00.001+05:30

A Creative Re-Imagination of my inner self: Urge for Independence ..........: Reminiscing on 15th August - the most auspicious day in the history of our nation, a flurry of inquisitive thoughts stormed across my mind ...

post rain syndrome

2013-07-05T21:15:00.002+05:30

the rain has to stop sometime
slippery roads remain
how did you seem to change I don't know
but I had to change

the fight for our survival
built the nest for our dream
even if I trade your soul
I'll feed it with what I bring

this change is what we needed
we could suffice without a bargain
and the raindrops come pouring again
without a reason to our pain

SHOEGAZE

2013-06-17T07:16:00.004+05:30

When thoughts seem to be unreal

And dreams get untrue

Sounds don't reverberate

Muse becomes blue

What's said is less than known

Words lost in a maze

Eyes hidden in frown

Stares turn to shoegaze

All humble wishes of childhood

Exaggerated at start

With time they've grown old

To let love not get hurt

Welcome to the new age drug

Soulless speech of heavy noise

Passive metro dreaming

A life made out of choice

Frost Bite

2011-05-11T15:09:00.000+05:30

Indoctrinated to the wishful sin

Here comes again the aborigine

Satanic spaces have started to scream

Baby this fire is beyond your dream.

Like the end of shower with a thunderclap

The moaning bird gives final flap

Follow her trail down the empty sky

For they are beyond you and I.

Its me again craving for you

Feelings are doing what they intended to do

Happiness you deserve, your tender smile

And the rest satisfaction is mine.

Very softly

2011-04-27T18:46:00.000+05:30

Very softly and very gently the river told me, that I am to be blamed for this indignity, I have lied with the stupendous alacrity of the stable attachment, the experiment never started, and its being put to an end. Sadomasochism is what we call to the sudden melancholia affliction, the sudden emptyness that are involuntary. Free fall flow river flow, I am very happy to drown myself, and play around in the uncertainty, this is what our forefathers wanted from us, manhood.
Please believe me, if you don't need me
I'm going back I need a little time

Winter Solstice

2011-04-20T23:05:00.000+05:30

Don't talk to me girl
When you do so
You remind me of good things
That ought not to come
Like strawberries in rum.

Coz when we talk
We talk of being together
With conflicts in conscience
Dare not we see each other
And stay with the difference we nurture.

Altogether difference pays the tax
Of our being polite
Of some sort of acceptance
There's all in all difference
Don't you see that again

Our vengeance has surpassed the surreal
And consumed our fruitless endeavour
And me too is however
Far from my zeal to conquer

Let's not say the good things again
Be like that when we used to be sane
For they don't matter today
We'll happen without yesterday.

Based on true story

2011-04-04T00:17:00.000+05:30

Stoicism with masochism is like deadly poisonous gas filled balloon, that is eventually going to explode. Explorations of the narcotic driven soul and functioning organs are mystically disapproving. Hence the solid state of the head and hands are taken into consideration, with a conventional method of finding an algorithm, that takes a floating individual from jupiter island to the soft parade. Hail to the indispensable fascist ruler, and raise the wand to curse the opponent, incission through the head. I heard that an octopus is always floating in the water, like free fall, the river stopped to protect us, it only takes the remnants of the body, that which has not been drowned before.