Refraction

Theist
Atheist.

Sadist
Masochist.

Capitalist
Socialist.

Fascist
Idealist.

Populist
Anarchist.

Materialist
Nihilist.

Lost in the refraction by the Prism of all the 'Ism's
I forgot to believe in 'Me' first.

Amusing

What is more amusing?

How years of memories can be packed into boxes and sealed 

Or the boxes being marked 'Fragile'?

Selfie

Duck Faced Selfie .

Cute Selfie.

Naughty Selfie.

Pet Selfie.

Gym Selfie.

Just woke up Selfie.

Had great fun Selfie.

Ate great food Selfie.

'Self' got lost amongst the crowd of Selfies.

History

History repeats itself.

Heart never was a good Historian.

Surprise me

I say 'Yes',

You say 'No'.

I propose, 

You dispose.

I promise,
You break.

I remember,
You forget.

You are so Predictable
In being 'Unpredictable'
That I want to cry out loud,
" Surprise me!"

Honestly

Honestly, shall I tell you honestly?
I do not even know whether I'm honest or not.

Sometimes I would like to believe 
This is what I am,
These are my thoughts,
My dreams, my feelings..

But honestly I do not know whether I can call them mine
Or are they someone else's reflected glory?
Or a fragment of some illusion
Created my favourite Illusionist,
That is Me.

I honestly seek for a reply
Yet I know not how honest I am about that.

Coffee Mug

Many moons back you had gifted me a coffee mug, with a personalized message on it. Every evening it became my daily routine to drink my cup of coffee in it and silently read the newspaper.

Few moons back, it had fallen from the careless hand and a huge crack appeared on it. It looked ugly, but I still continued having my coffee in it, after all there was no seepage and it was a special coffee mug!

But before long, with casual overuse the crack started to widen more and more. The coffee started seeping out first in a trickle and then gushing out like water coming out from an unmanageable hosepipe.

So I stopped using it, but still couldn't throw it away, don't know why, perhaps as it was the sole remaining witness of something special, but long forgotten.

Sometimes it's easy to forget the face, but difficult to dissociate from the memorabilia.

Accusation

"Where were you when I needed you?"

Accusations.
Counter Accusations.

Followed by Silence of Guilt,
Ends in Uncontrollable Laughter.

P.S. Inspired by a recent conversation

Deadly

Your indifference and silence

Are deadlier than your lies.

Delete thread

Fiddling with the phone.
Check messages.
Read messages.
Delete thread.
Okay.

Wish the mind had been a smart phone instead
With some memories easy to delete.

প্রতিবাদের সুর

তার নাম জানতে চেয়ো না
সে কে?
কোথায় থাকে, কি করে?
আমারও ঠিক জানা নেই.

তার দেখা পাওয়া বড় শক্ত
বছর কেটে যায়
হ্যালির ধূমকেতুর মতন
হঠাৎ করে আসে
আর মুহুর্তের মধ্যে
সব জ্বালিয়ে চলে যায়.

একদিন ক্লান্ত ভিড়ের মধ্যে থেকে
হঠাৎ একটা মুষ্ঠিবদ্ধ হাত উঠে আসে,
এক দৃঢ় কণ্ঠস্বর প্রশ্ন তোলে -
" রাজা, তোর কাপড় কোথায়?"

উত্তর মেলে না.
শুধু নুয়ে পড়া শিরদাঁড়াটা শক্ত হওয়ার সাহস পায়.

Life Sentence

I have been sentenced to

Lifetime confinement in solitude.

Being away from you

Is not a choice

But a necessary evil -

For my fragile heart

To survive the scare

Of another cardiac arrest

From your iron hand.

Confessions of a Crime

You announced to all
That I left you broken
Like a toy used when it was new
And discarded when a newer one arrives.

You saw my anger,
My indifference,
But never saw the tears that were made to evaporate
Using the fire of anger,
The silent fear of a broken heart
Once bitten twice shy,
Feigning indifference and non attachment
To the one whom I am afraid,
Had given all the unsaid rights over
Not only my heart but also my life.

Alas! Fear won over Love!


P.S. Inspired by the recent Confessions of one poet acquaintance

Thus the Madame spake...

She said that she has been very sick of late.

" The climate is not suiting me aye! It looks like a conspiracy by the Weather Gods to foully affect my already delicate constitution! My blood pressure varies between 200 - 44, yet I tend to all the duties given to me. But look at you all! Instead of nursing me back to my health, you are questioning the very nature of my sickness! You mean to say I am a fake? A fraud! Acting sick? Yes I did have Drama as one of my subjects in the school where I studied, but I never believe in doing or appreciating any cheap drama! Anyways the main thing is that you all are insolent scums, ungrateful beings! After the Revolution of Evolution that I have brought over in your lives, you should be obliged for life and say 'Yes' to whatever I say! Theek hai!"

We hung our heads in shame. We did not know what to ask now, or whether to ask anything anymore. We did not know what to believe and whom to believe. Certainly we did not want to believe in the doubts that were slowly creeping into our heads. Is she lying or is she not? No we can't even let that question come into our retarded minds! After all she says that she cares about us, only her way of showing concern is little different and way too genius for our uncultured minds to understand!

Suddenly from somewhere a shaky voice asks, "But Madame, it is we who are sick, don't have job or money to pay for our treatment, literally dying!"

"Oh your sickness! It is such a trivial issue! Out of sheer laziness! Listen to classical music and keep on doing some hard work and you will be fine! Now don't you bother me anymore. Let me go to the garden and paint some tree.."

And thus the Madame spake....

Bubble Wrap

Wrapped up in another time,

Another space,

Splintered into two unequal halves

Life goes on in one,

While in another, time stands still..

Afraid to think, afraid to feel

It shies away from any other time

It's clock had got stuck,

Can run no more.

Words seem more unwarranted

In this world of Silence

Mosses have taken over

Whatever was left to be said and done.

Inspired by someone..

A 'Terrible' but not a 'Tiny' tale

The day had finally come. It was a blue moon night. You entered my room for the first time, without any invitation. My heart fluttered as your first few steps travelled across the hallway and then stopped just outside my room.

And then you came inside. As you gently caressed the walls, i could see them repainting selves with different shades of red, as if blushing in joy.

And then you asked, "What are these empty frames doing on the walls?"

I answered, "Look carefully. They are the moments spent with you, captured in frames."

You looked keenly into each empty frame.

 "But I never spent those moments with you!"

 "That's why those are my Delusions and your Reality..."

বুদ্ধিজীবিদের প্রতি

হে বুদ্ধিজীবিদের দল,

তোদের বুদ্ধি এখন কোথায় গেল বল?

জাতিভেদ

তার নিথর দেহকে চিতার আগুনে 

তুলে দেওয়ার আগে জিগ্যেস করি -

" তোর জাতি কি?

নীল, লাল, সবুজ না গেরুয়া?"

জবাব আসে - "মানুষ"....

হারিয়ে যাওয়া প্রতিবাদ

রেল-লাইনের ধারে আজ ও হয়ত 

তার শেষ প্রতিবাদের চিত্‍কার

কান পেতে শুনলে, শুনতে পাওয়া যায়। 

তার ক্লাসের খাতার পাতায়
 নীল কালিতে লেখা তার কবিতার দুটি লাইন
আজ ও খুজলে, দেখতে পাওয়া যায়।

শুধু সেই নেই
আছে শুধু এক মলিন ছবি, এক শুকনো মালা
আর এক ফোঁটা চোখের জলের দাগ।

প্রতিবাদের সুর আজ ভুলে গেছি তাই
কবিতার খাতাকে চিতার আগুনে বিদায় জানাই। 

Just another conversation

- "You don't love me!!"

- "I do. But the dark doubts in the mind have created a veil over the heart and refrain you to see."

- "If you do, then why don't you say so?"

- "I do. But the unfathomable vacuum between us doesn't let my words reach your ears."