zephyr..tinkling bells

2011-10-20T04:23:00.000-07:00

Silver anklets

O_ ma go

Ei borsha majhe

Joler shrot-e

Pa dubai re

Tora bhashe..

Hrid-begomer

Chollo asha

Krishnochurar,

Patar por-e

Shindur anka ache..

Hrod-er e dhar e te

Sagor- o par e te

Neel akash er

Shuk-tara,

Ami Shokuntola..

Gaan er ei groho te

Chand melechi

Haath e makha

Amar

Neel alta..

Sobuj e. Jibon e

Ghasher pare e te

Jibon hete jai

Ami je,

Khurai,khurai!

-swasTIKA

2011-04-12T04:23:00.000-07:00

Uttor-sutro

Chander pahare jowar eseche

Somudro tole bhumikompo jegeche

Chitkar kore bedona

Keno he durghotona?

Bidbesh shoktir koto rup

Jole gelo bishad er dhuno dhup

Oshanto kolahol er proti e bhokti

Ache ki kono niyom, jukti?

Sohore-nogore, gram-e gonje

Rokter bikrito chaya

Kar nishash e nishesh holo

Eto maya montrer jaal bona?

Protyahik ei rokta-rokti,lut, khun

Gorib paina, bhaat daal ,tel nun.

Doshi toh se,dosh jar

Kintu keno ei bicharer ondhokar?

Purbo poschim uttor dokhhin

Ei jobab ki khub e kothin?

Proshno ashe, proshno jai

Kono uttor ami na pai!

-swasTIKA

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2011-04-12T00:24:00.000-07:00

The moon is no longer what it used to be for me.. because I’m no longer in love! The moon has ceased to shine in its pure,serene, virgin white beauty…

The dark night no longer contrasts brightly with the white light of the moon…. The moon,rather, is no longer beautiful in its graceful white beauty… … it is smeared by the blood spilled by thousands of dying lovers who donot and cannot close their eyes at night……. The blood smeared on the face of the moon, disturbs the purity of the white light. . . I see the distinct orange-red-yellow deep tinge on the moon, instead of the white lady I used to see every night,in the night sky!

… …… ……. Don’t you suppose, even my blood is responsible for having snatched the virginity of the white colour of the moon………..?

Is it all because I’m no longer in love?

Sigh…………

Thy moon,I’ll come and..

…mourn over your coffin.

-swasTIKA

2011-04-10T02:44:00.000-07:00

clipping 1....prohor

Janla duti mele ditei,kotha hote abir –er rong er gindho boye ashe.. .. oli-te, goli-te, sorbotro jeno surjo geche pouche….. hethai akash neel…gache gache kochi sobujer obhijan.. .. …. Roder taap halka hoye gaaye lage..bheshe ashe kokil er daak…noyon tori tori khoje tare…..dekha paina tar…aj boshonto…ki,bhul bollam naki?

Dekhoi na cheye tomar aashe pashe. Bhalo theko.

-swasTIKA

2011-04-10T02:34:00.000-07:00

clipping 2....prohor

Jege uthechi punorbar..ganga er teer e ..jogot tule dhoreche abar…oi dure morichika bhashe.. nodir oi shesh prante bodhoi balu chor ache…….thik bojha jaina…upekhha korao osombhob…tai toh oi par er bhabi bonoshpoti diyeche kul ke chaya…ar nodi hoye utheche amar moton unmukh…naki kham kheyali,…..kheyal toh ashe jai……aj tule dhorlam ….

Bhalo theko.

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-swasTIKA
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2011-04-10T02:26:00.000-07:00

clipping 3....prohor

Kamona,prarthrona,sfurti,asha,nirasha,bhangon..goron…,..,..,..koto akar he ei jibon er…kintu eto kichur majheo,ki khujitechi ami..? spriha na nishtha? Obantor na oshombhob? Sotyo na madhurjo? ….. kichui toh bujhi na…kichui toh mone hoi jeno jani na..thik ki bolte chai….ki bhabte chai….ei,ami toh sei,khamkheyali…aj o..kal o….sorbokhhon…..dhonyobad

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2011-04-10T02:18:00.000-07:00

clipping 4....prohor

Ful-er gathe gathe pata mele utheche..aj dekhi ful er hote pata besi chokhe dhore……..sei,sobuj er bonge , dora kata kata pata er rekha…dhomonir rasta…alto choyai,komolota er sporsho pao..sobujer koto bibidho bidhan..dekhe aj,thekeche mone….ichhe hochhe ure jete..ichhe hochhe dana melte..bheshe jai onek dure……kintu kotha jai…kothai sei nischit thikana? Tai toh jani na! jani…mone hochhe,eto soundorjer pahar theke nistar pete chai mon…….sondorjo,ba oti soundorjo,chinta dhara k kore bodhotta-mulok…akta nirdisto kon-e atke jai mon…..tai toh aj obotoron korlam…bostro-hin choron niye ,dhuloi molin korte ……

Aj ami nemechi,jogot ke dekhte..dorshon korte …..breathe free..

-swasTIKA

2011-04-10T02:16:00.000-07:00

clipping 5....prohor
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Ichhe hochhe aj ektu,bhalobasha k bhalobaste…bhalobashar manush ken a hoi aj ektu nai bhalobashlam…khub khoti koi ta te?

Tai,jabo na ami aj tomar kache.. bhalobashbo..bhalobasha ke.. pore ache bichan..ami aj jabo na..oi ondhokar e..

Sohorer koto lok ..hete geche..rasta diye keu..keu pavement dhore..~~~ korecehe rasta paar…na dhore karo haath abar. . . . .

Tram gari, bus gari, taxi-cycle, rikshaw chole jai..sara rasta jure……shanto hobe jokhon…tokhon raat tuku gorabe….

-swasTIKA

2011-04-10T02:15:00.001-07:00

clipping 6....prohor
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Footfalls.. shondhe hoye eseche..pavement er dhare dhare alo gulo jele uthche…shondhya aroti dichhe keu ei para tei..chotto bachha ta tar ma er haath tene dhore kiser jeno bayna korche….. ….. …… rasta jure bes onek e lok jon.. keu mobile e gaan sunche…taal e amar o mon dulche..

Khosh mejaj tar aj……..ami ekla….haat-te hat-te….fuckkar gondhe choturdik mo mo korche…issh,jibhe jol eseche….troley er ghonti bajiye ice cream wala ei elo…..choto belay koto baynai nah kortam..sudu oi akta jol-ice cream er jonno……..aj kothai sei sob bayna…bhai bon der ek songe yark thatta……aj bujhi sobai khub boro hoye gechi….? Na ki mon aj khub choto hoye geche amader sobar….? Batash bhari hoye ashe j…..bari fera shomoi hoyeche…………ferrari mon….abar dekha hobe..

-swasTIKA

2011-04-10T02:14:00.001-07:00

2011-01-30T00:06:00.001-08:00

Jai,ghure ashi..

Ontoheen pother rastar majhe

Durbin dbara chokh mohakashe..

Tar raat jaga pakhi hariyeche disha

Surjo-doye se harabe je nisha..

Sbolpo sukher majheo se gorbo-dharini

Sudhui ki tare bole jononi?

Sukher ontorale dukhho jege othe

Him-er choyai, lage kapuni thont-e..

Cholo jai bhin deshe

Shanti-te ghure ashi oboseshe..

-swasTIKA

2011-01-29T23:46:00.000-08:00

Anguler fanke

shrishti bhora odbhut,

oije bhitu jomdut!

Legeche tar bhoi,

Korechi je mrityunjoi!

Ghorer kone lukono shinduk,

Here geche moger mulluk!

Shish bhanga pencil,

Kalo-shada-r bistor mil!

Jibon sobar hok somridhho,

Bisbo-atma udbudhho!

Amar ei khatar chera pata.

Ortho-jukto moner barta!

-swasTIKA

2011-01-29T23:36:00.000-08:00

KAGOJER FUL

Kole amar obujh

Gache pata sobuj

Khatai rong ofuronto

Hawai pakhi uronto

Corche nilimai ghuri

Ami haath er angul guni

Nodite jol jhore jai

Khachar pakhi nirupai

Bhashe kagojer ful

Kaane sonar dul

Brishtite bheja jol

Joler tole sthol

Ichhe aki-buki

Ja ichhe,tai kori!

-swasTIKA

2011-01-27T20:01:00.001-08:00

Irrelevant

Subjected to consequences..

Greetings with alliances..

The blot of ink on the paper..

The flies in winter,quiver..

The dust on the ground will sweep away..

One act of kindness , everyday..

-swasTIKA

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2011-01-25T07:52:00.000-08:00

Punjobito megher majhe.

Chai tara shonar bhag,

Thekate heer-er obhab.

Cheredilam mukto dbare,

Bhalobastam protidin jare.

Payer tole monir pahar

Eto mukto kobe kahar?

Sonar paat-e mora,

Matri hridoy jora.

Gorbhe tahar shontan,

Mukhe hashi omlan.

Joro haath tar choron-e,

Such pai jeno ami moron-e ||

-swasTIKA

2011-01-19T04:21:00.000-08:00

A brief intro before I proceed with my thoughts….

“nana bhasha, nana mot, nana poridhan

Bibidher majhe dekho milon mohan”

E toh sudhu kobider kotha.. kintu ei mohan bharotborshe, kichu shartho-onneshi cokro barongbar desher pobitro mati ke samprodayikotar bish-e lipto kore, koreche kolonkito…………….ar sei sur dhorei kobi bole gechen “eto rokto keno?”………and so we all say today…the colour of war is red…judhher rong lal……each one of us,do confront such daily news of the state of disintegration in the country, and the world….ei sokol kichui so-gothito moner kammo noi…..

Proyat

Gobhir joler tole jatra

Oshubho muhurter barta..

Jeno sojore legeche manober ochoitonnotar joyar

Kono chithi purche jeno,gondho asche joyar..

Utkonthito kajer pore mililo parisromik

Tobe bishbo-songshare k debe bhalobasha antorik..

Jeno sobuj ghasher math prantor

Ondhokar, ondhokarei lukabe, e obantor..

Udgrib holo prithibi,e ki bishpane

Ishbor cheye ache moder mukhpane..

Jeno kushumer obikol dolai

Kothao mithhe ashar songsthai..

Joshthir badhe bedhe

Sekele jai urdhhe..

Jeno se ek jugmer jugmosmor

Monushho dhongsher ogroshor..

Pandulipir sombhar majhe

Ke jeno ronojudhhe saje..

Jeno dirghosthayi unnotir hoyeche iti

Diner seshe sahanto nishar giti..

Obisram oshanto cholonai

Jeno protichhobi bheshe geche aynai..

Ami ek cholonamoi sishu

Prodhan porajoyi somipeshu..

-swasTIKA

2011-01-15T04:39:00.000-08:00

RECIPROCAL

When the subtle touch of innocence smothers the lining of the soul-----the juncture of such a collision, leads to the conflagration of the mind and body.

It lights the divine power of the soul, to recreate the magic that already exists.. And then when the cloud of doubt subsides, the clustered happiness reorganizes to form a happy life..

You,then, acquire the ability to decipher the intricacies of God’s signature in His manifestations on the Earth.

{{{This isn’t preaching ,or gibberish in its value..I suggest,if you allow this to reflect,the images collide,later merge, which penetrates within your-self,,to let you see the world more closely and widely..

There is so much to see around us. So,

See. Hear. Believe.

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(and then again if you are wondering,why the name of this piece is reciprocal..i justify it by saying…. Reciprocal means 1 divided by the number….and 1 or ONE is GOD.. so reciprocal would mean….everything,the earth lies at the feet of GOD or at the feet of ONE..)

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2011-01-14T07:53:00.000-08:00

The school bell had rung,and the afternoon school prayer had been said. Our bags were packed and already loaded on our shoulders… Sky blue skirt and white shirt uniformed students roamed around in the classroom.. The teacher called for us,and we stood in our respective places in the class line.. .. ..

My class-partner held my hand,my bottle hung around my neck,my little black shoes retained its shiny polish,even at the end of the day.. We walked in a line,behind our class-teacher,towards the school gate.. We had already neared the school gate,when the students had already started dispersing among the waiting parents… Someone’s mother, Another’s father, Someone’s brother called out.. I could hear so many names of my class mates being called out,…and I wondered if they had heard it too….

I still held on to my partner’s hand.. She was searching for her mother..

I knew,it was useless,yet just the same,like every other day,I looked into the crowd,searching for the face of my mother.. I knew she was not there,but I wanted to see her there.. .. .. . . . . . Just like every other day,I had wished the same,today too….

Suddenly,I felt left out..alone…I looked to my right and realized, my partner had just left my hand and was running towards her mother..She had found hers,but I hadn’t……She was running,and just about to trip,when her mother caught her and held her up,in her arms…..

I saw her mother…She was in a green sari,with red flowers printed on it.. She always wore two shining golden bangles on her left hand, and one silver on her right.. … On some days,she tied her hair into a bun,or braided it.. On other days,she left her wet hair open,just like she had done today… .. OH! She had caught me staring at her,and she smiled at me.. I forced a smile,and smiled back at her..

I turned and walked to the bus stand. The bus came,and I got a window seat too. I paid the bus conductor a penny.. .. and then I rested my head on the bag,which I had placed on my lap……….and…I drifted into a sleep……

May every soul rest in peace.

-swasTIKA

2011-01-13T09:27:00.000-08:00

Chaoa..paoa

Dhorte chaitam chand

Urte chaitam akashe

Chute chaitam surjo

Asrai chaitam satyer..

Hote chaitam samudro.

Pahar, toru, nodi

Ar sob kichu sundor

Bachte chaitam manusher moton

Ei apurub prithibite,

Tobe pouchate parini..

Akebare parini..

Hariye felechi lokhho..

Tobe aj, sahosh kore,

Bariyechi haath..

-purba mukherjee..(a friend of mine)

This composition by her was sent to me,for me to continue the later part of this piece of writing..n so,here I go…..

Tai aj boli,

Kache eso.

Esho moder majhe

Moner kache.

Torun saje

Onujer ogroje.

Cholo,

Mishe jai,jibon-nritye.

Aj kache esho.

Dhoro haath,

Esho dhoronite…

Chander chorine bulabe haath,

Nilimar bodone chumbon obadh.

Jholshe jabe robir kirone,

Satya-sundor-er aboron-e.

Opurbo purbo akashe,

Milbondhon ghote akashe.

Boye jai unmad shrotoshini,

Tumi hobe manob jibon er ogroni..

Danai pakhir boshe,

Jabe tumi ure,

Sei nil dupur er,

Rastar onek dure.

Godhuli te,dui belar shondigdhho kal-e,

Dhonya jokhon,

Kundoli pakaiya pakaiya,

Uthe jabe urdhopane,

Janibe,

Hoiyache shomoi,

Bejeche diner shesher ghonta,

Sesh tobe dinta..

Tokhon,

Punno-pap-er snigdhotai,

Dhuye jabe bidinishar ondhokare….

-swastika

2011-01-13T08:48:00.000-08:00

Podmo hoye

Papri khoye

Poria,pochia

Jabo AMI moria,

Kintu TUMI neer hoye

Chirokal thakbe bachia..

The English translation:::::I’m the lotus which grows in water,then loses its petals and dies in water…but you are the water,in which I am born,I grow …you are water in which I die,but you never do so…

Here,”you” is left to the imagination of the readers..it can be the universal God..or some one loves..i want my readers to colour it with their own imaginative powers..

Yours,

-swastika

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2010-11-22T01:58:00.000-08:00

Kagoj-er ful….

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Shei thikana

Pore ache bichana

Alta paye chutche se

Megher chador urche je

Gacher pata khoshe pore

Du muthoi se chepe dhore

Snigdho alor melar khela

Ful tole se shokal bela

Chul-e atlke shiuli ful,

Taare bhaloabeshe hoyeche bhul…

-swasTIKA

2010-11-20T23:43:00.001-08:00

the evening touch

a winter evening..the sun had already set..and there lay no reddish tinge in the western sky..the grey veil of the evening slowly dropping in….somewhere nearby a song from a recent flim played on..the half done construction of a building nearby,stood alone….a white ambassador waited at the office door to carry the boss back to his family….far way,at the horizon,birds flew… I saw two minute feathers floating mid way in the air….. I smelt the burning coals,as the smoke curled up from a nearby hut,…..my fingers intertwined as I sighed silently….at the municipal corporation nearby,I heard someone bang the door shut….i saw officers and politicians dressed in white,leaving for their homes…

the room lights in all the neighbouring houses started coming into life…..to warm the approaching cold night……I piled up all the dried up clothes hanging in the verandah,………and walked back to my room…………

-swasTIKA

2010-11-20T23:33:00.000-08:00

To stitch into

the stitches of my torn life..

A faint hope,

licking the morning dust,

does survive…

-swasTIKA

2010-11-20T23:25:00.000-08:00

amar khela ghorer sinduk

bhanga rong pencil

chera kagoj

lal fite

rubber-er guro

sticker

putul-er bhanga pa

shuto

anka chobi

plastic kouto

khelar chamoch

shukno ful

pata

khela garir chaka

pen-er khap

straw

banshi

pathor..

-swasTIKA

2010-11-19T09:29:00.000-08:00

Passive

I pushed open my window and leaned out.. I rested my palms on the window sill and let my eyes graze in the field of nature… it was eight-thirty in the morning,and the sun hadn’t left its bed yet..i could smell my breath ,the freshly brushed teeth..my toothpaste..i smelt it all.. .. there at a small construction site near my house,the workers had already set to work.. a girl dressed in red skirt and white shirt cycled down the grey pitched road,off to school…. Somewhere near by a cycle rickshaw honked.. I saw a grand father,combed white hair,in grey pyjamas taking his grand daughter to school…down there,beside my apartment,there stood a girl,busy texting to someone..i could hear a conversation between the locals vegetable seller and a middle aged woman.. I could hear the baby in the neighbouring house,fumbling with his newly learnt words….

A crow flapped his wings and flew by..the banana tree near my apartment building had outgrown.. I noticed the leaves hung over on the other side of the wall..parts of it had dried up,and drooped down..the building overlooking my apartment was an old one..i saw peepal saplings growing from the cracks of the building…it looked old,weary..experienced and weathered….

Along the window railing,I noticed a dispatched cob-web..no spider lay there..may be it was a failed attempt by a spider,I thought.. the air smelt musty,like spinach leaves..i heard the clanging of utensils …. Slowly the sunlight started filtering in,and in gradual succession,I could hear the noise of daily life amplifying…honks of vehicles,calls of vegetable sellers,shops opening…..i did not want to hear it all over again……..so, I pulledthe curtain,sat down at my table and stuck a book at my nose………

….the day had had already begun……..

-swasTIKA