মোক কবি নুবুলিবা

মোক কবি নুবুলিবা
কবিতা মোৰ হৃদয়ৰ গান

বেথা জৰ্জৰিত কপ্লনাৰ ছায়া মাথো
অবিনাশী সত্যৰ সৰল প্ৰত্যাহ্বান
বন্ধ কোঠাত আবেগৰ কোলাহ’ল

ভাষা নুবুজো মই, বুজো মাথো মৰম
ভয়, তাৰনা, মায়াক কৰো হৃদয়ংগম
সপোনভিলাষী মই

অৰ্থ নুসুধিবা মোক কিম্বা কবিতাৰ
হেৰুৱাই পেলাইচো ছন্দৰ আঁত
সময়ৰ গহ্বৰত শুন্যতাৰ আলিংগন
ভঙা সপোনৰ ভগ্নাশেষ

নিবিচাৰো মোৰ কবিতাৰ সমাদৰ
মাথো এষাৰি মাত যদি পাৰা দিবা
মোৰ ভাৱনাক সহাৰি

নাম নুসুধিবা, ঠিকনাও মোৰ নাই
কবিতাই প্ৰান সংচাৰিত কৰে
সিচি আশাৰ ৰেঙনি

তথাপিও মোক কবি নুবুলিবা
কবিতা যে মাথো মোৰ হৃদয়ৰ গান

-ভাস্কৰজ্যোতি মালী

------এই কবিতাতি  aaiAssam ৰ জানুৱাৰী সংখ্যাত (http://www.aai.ind.in) আৰু   http://www.amiasomiya.co.cc/ )ৰ  জানুৱাৰী সংখ্যাৰ কাব্য শিতানত প্ৰকাশিত হইছে

Random Class Notes-II

" ..“You’re adorable, baby! The moment I saw you, I was swept off my feet. These little evenings have been so lovely, I wonder how beautiful the rest of my life with you be like!-thus, that guy let on his sweet nothings upon her. She just stood still, transfixed for a moment, for she wasn’t so mushy. Only when she said sorry, he felt his heart pumped back. Love doesn’t ask for words, perhaps just a comforting silence; few tender moments to cherish a lifetime. He knew his heart beat for that faceless stranger, his inspiration. He was careful to conceal his emotions, while painstakingly trying to know her; she was worth it, worth every reason that he didn’t seek. Finding a reason not to love someone is easier than the otherwise. More than just attraction and admiration, it was about happiness, a learning experience within a tale of love, hence perhaps -inspiration. He wished to give it some time, to flourish, aware that he might be just a bit too late. He didn’t bother though-he didn’t seek reciprocation, an acceptance maybe of a passion which had penetrated every cell of his.

T’is way past midnight, he thought while waiting at the station. Anxiously he puffed a cigar, hoping to calm his nerves, while a moment of indecisiveness gripped him. As smoke went up the 84mm cylinder, he wondered how things turn into ashes so easily, even life. Life had been a paradox, a living contradiction to him, yet he took things in his stride with a smile. A sense of indefiniteness flows in, as he tried to search for something in the cobweb of his mind. Several thoughts wrestled to be pondered over, in the background of soft rumbles, some unheard voices. From a shining star, he had been brought down by misfortunes to this point; he didn’t mind though-he had always been down to earth. He loved to be hated; it gave strength to his convictions, the solitude it brought along, he loved it. He knew the truth; he wasn’t evasive, a little indifferent maybe, for some things had lost its meaning since then. He mocked the smooth linings, the strong demarcations of black and white; his heart, which he always protected like a child, cuddled among the rainbows. Now, here he was, waiting the dawn of a new realization, to hop on a ride to make his own destiny.

Let's not Quest

T'is dark,as is the path ahead

The masks,let me shed

Don't fear,be my muse

While to emotions,tears add hues

Can't trust?

In the face of light even shadows live a lie

Like me, you too shall fade

Still,loving you,just let me try

In solitude,I find peace

Ah gossips!,if only they would cease

Reasons tumble

Seeking sanity,I find life only to fumble

Don't question

I seek no answer

Dilemmas,conflicts,I doubt them;

Beneath lies the hope I see

Someday I shall be another dream,where everyone smiles

Till then,let me dwell in the reality,walk those extra miles

In defeat,I'm gracious, you see; 

Alas! you couldn't break me

The world never understood a mad man

Why should thee?

Let me fall, burn,bruise my knee

Don't help,let me learn

Find myself,beat the dust,stand up

Enjoy the things I yearn

Reject me,you'll.You can't fathom,how I weather each storm

Of passion,let me plant some seed.Till then,just let me bleed

Bad times I wrote on sand

On stone let me write the rest

In a moment of rejoice,live

For a better dream,let's not quest

p.s-pic taken from http://bjanecarp.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/assassins-quest1.jpg

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१. जलने दो, धुएं सा खो जाने दो;रोने दो, सागर सा बह जाने दो
  भुला दो चाहे, बन रंजिश, युही कभी याद तो आने दो
  मोहब्बत न कर, नफरत को भी पी लूँगा
  इकरार भले न कर, इनकार से ही जी लूँगा
  फूल मुरझाये तो क्या, कंटीली राहो में भी  चलकर तुमसे मिलूँगा !

२.ज़ख्म बहुत है, और दर्द भी कुछ कम नहीं
  ख़ुशी न मिली,तेरे खातिर आंसु भी पी लू, कोई  गम नहीं
  नज़रो की नजाकत को कागज़ पर चाहा उतारना, पर लफ्ज़ न मिली
  यह दिल शायर बनना चाहा, तो साली ज़िन्दगी ने कलम ही चीन ली !

I in India

Ah! t'was futile,I lament,like thee

Searching I in India,I lost me

T'is identity crisis.

Emotions trapped in parenthesis

The world's small,yet peace needs to crawl

On poor's hunger,rich dines;India doth shines

Sue corruption,shall I?for none got its due

Values once hailed,by dirt stands veiled

Thoughts maligned and manipulated for greed

Pride's lost and I failed,for a land once mine

Life's tough,we crib and complain

What of those,whom we look down with disdain?

Bribe gods, yet unmoved by a silent plea

For basic needs,so indifferent, are we?

Naked and hungry,as they sing songs to feed

We turn our faces and munch along;wonder to where we lead

Of hatred,break the wall,why fight?

Shine even in darkness;light the hearts like the divine

Clothed and fed,of better times,may the child dream

Act,lest it remain a trashed paper scheme

Respect work and people,even those deemed low

Road to equality,let the land of Gandhi show

Why blame others, when conscience’s the key

Let thee be the change the country wants to see !

Silence

An expression unspoken, unheard

An absence so profound

Neither rhetoric nor absurd

A conversation, without a sound

T’is silence, not words

Where solace I found.

Anger or hostility, I mean not

Nor an indifferent question I shot

In silence, I love thee

No jealous doubts to hurt me

Oh please, don't gawk

Don't destroy it by a small talk

For speech, perhaps it’s the end

Yet emotions coyly lurks in the bend

A noisy void or a silent scream

In solitude, no more a distant dream

In its essence, I dissolve

Thinking afresh, I evolve.

The failures and loss, I fear not

To tears, put up a stoic defiance

Yet I broke the silence

As I speak the words I jot

Dreams

The sound of silence I hear, I feel thy desire
A dream, the mind and the soul conspire
Rationale I search, for pragmatic I am
Seek the reality, delusion I condemn

Dreams I saw, when I was raw
I owned, though they did have flaw
The ones I get, aren't mine
I don't care even if they shine

You dream in bright red,
I'm just black n white, you said
Trying to find self inside a maze
I can only think of purple haze

Restless random thoughts I experience
With hope,lay them void of pretense
Am I living the dream?I feel dazed
Yet on my path,I walk unfazed

Shifting paradigms I observe
Desire the smiling curve,
If that I deserve !

Aaji Jau Moi Aguwai

Akaxot kheli luka bhaku
Daworor asolot mukh lukuwai
Aahe mur kaasi junti,
Dubahu meli, mur kaaxole dhopoliai

Xitol sawonir maajote
Khontekiya boroxunor obujon binoni
Agrahya kori, boi mur ashru dudhari
Paio heruwar bedonat,
Kimba odhir uttejonat

Kesa ghumotir maajote sikmikai
Smritie khela luka-bhaku
Nuwaro bujibo
Xeya bukur tez ne adhorua faku

Omanixar bukut mur guji,jabole diya
Diya xeijuri nilim nayan  or xex bidai

Xukaan botahe gai jua
Mur bedonar nirob gatha
Aji nibhaj boroxune niye musi
Joli sai hua hridoyot
Xisi diye axa kitupal
Jolai diye, agosi moromor bonti

Jabole diya, aji muk heruwai
Nidiba xohari, nidiba morom uburiai

Abelir rodalir misikonit
Nixar toralir sawonit
Bukur bixaad jai xokolu heraai
Xou hahir xathor bhangi
Andharor poth bhedi
Aji jau moi aguwai

Down,with love

Today was ‘the day’; they had waited too long for it. They talked, in syllables and blabbering interspersed between the momentary silences. Silence smirks; not for them. His sweaty forehead and her dilated pupils betrayed the emotionless expression they wore.  Their eyes stood transfixed, even as tiny tear droplets flowed down her face, melting away whims and rage. They’d been in touch, the calls becoming distant and mails more formal with time; excuse being the respect for private space. The meeting place-rather public and ordinary, conspicuous by its privacy, belied its specialty to them. As emotions rose and memories flashed by, she let out a hesitant sigh-only if it wasn’t for him! Time’s cruel and rather short, he believed it won’t ever end; she knew it will, soon. As distant eyes pried, he took out the white rose he plucked for her, reminiscent of those courting days. Shots froze the words, his emotions, yet again; he fell, while his blood painted the rose red. Passion did what truth had failed to. She took it, amazed by his calm face, a voice which bothered no more. Her heart let out a faint cry, yet all she could muster was a courteous smile and a customary ‘thank you’. Crumpled sheets, did what rose couldn’t; she cried, for even he knew the plan, yet chose to be down, with love

Drunk, am I?

Depressed and lonely, art thou?
Remember the good old times
Drink and make merry
To woes and enemies alike, bid adeiu

Life's short, couple hours' show
Pain and gambles, many they are though !
A peg scotch, one sip tequeila,some rum
Few beers, and a quarter vodka to sail you through

Melancholic tunes and your smile, just intoxicating
Sad movies and lonely times, I'm feeling
Away from the crimson hues, I dance
Holding hands of my own shadow

My mind soars high, in the clouds
Like a bird, I sing aloud
I try, to hug the silvery moon
As it drowns into the sea, so soon

Not for woes, not for love,I drink
I do, so that out of my senses I seem
And I can know where to blame things on
As I cork open unbottled poetry,spot on

One more round,few more shots
And in a moment of confusion,I'd be caught
I'll also think of things to say
From play, the fray to even e-bay

Today, here I'm, high on booze
Tomorrow, you'll find me in gutters
Stinking bad,low on wit, after hangover blues
But, all this would have been so true
Had I been since drinking
Ad not sit down to write poetry,after a sip of brue

I-ii

I'm bad, so much that even devils fear

I'm good, more than an angel appear

I'm black,I'm white

Colours never know my life's plight
They no more shine bright

Maybe just little shades of dark and light !

My hands,my legs are weak
No sprints, I fight no more
Fragile I may seem, yet agile I am
My spirit,however,crumbles no more
In its quest, free like the roaring shore !

With you, I smile

Why waste a tear, in moments  worthwhile !

Truth I speak, lies I despise

Yet wonder

Can above the rest, I rise?

Of my existence, no one else know
No fear, no tensions,no fake emotions to show
Maybe I won't reach the heights you achieved
But, I also won't drop too low

Average and mediocre I am, they say
Maybe unlike you, I can't make 'today' my day !

Sometimes, even I'm confused

Standing at the crossroads,which path to choose

Explore my chances, or walk down the used?

Things I do aren't perfect

Neither am I, as my flaws reflect

You aren't either, with due respect .

Imperfections I adore

For they're the results my actions bore

At times, even as I live, I die

A rather lifeless soul, I sigh !

I love life as much as its end
Even the thrills at the crossroads and bends
Knowing how
Even the spices of life,death blends

Me

I'm not what you think
I too exist, like every other being
Like you, I too smile
Even in pains
Dance while it rains
Faceless just like you
Not for fear,but just being new
Yet
Even as you turn your back
I continue my stride forward
Making my own destiny
And shaping dreams of yours

Random Class Notes-I

He looked at his watch again,t'was late. She must have been asleep by now.He still vividly remembers the first night they were together.She slept; while he sat by her side and watched her till the wee hours,just like today.She looked beautiful in sleep,innocent like a child;the word brought out a smile on his wry lips. And as the first rays of sun fell on her cheeks, he had kissed her softly.Things had changed with time, a lot since the last summers,when they were in constant touch.He had moved out to a small town, in search of employment;it was the last he had seen of her.She too had changed,the child in her had grown up,he knew.Now, as he stood outside her house, he wished if things could be the same again.T'was too much to ask for,perhaps.Still, the prospect of seeing her one last time was too much for him. He climbed up the window sills, and stood there, looking at the peaceful serenity on her pretty face.He kissed her,as with the syringe he bade goodbye to the one he always loved.It was morn, when he decided to go back to the gallows ,where he was to be hanged today.He smiled one last time, satisfied at his own effort.

C’mon, you can do it, like you always do,” he coaxed her. She was amazed how he could so easily inspire her. She needed to talk to him, like the daily dose of drugs that had kept her going. From a random online friend to a best friend, things had changed planes since, she couldn’t complain; she cherished even little moments of that virtual reality. An average artist, she thought of herself thus and yet a compliment from him made her feel on top of the world. Few comments and then topics give way to one another, like an inexhaustible pile; he was content to listening mostly. Her confidence grew, her works too improved as if infected by her smile, and so thus his passion to live each day beautifully. She wanted a face for her stranger; he was content to resist the temptation, perhaps he feared waking up rudely from a beautiful dream. She made plans, he just nodded, frightfully delivering excuses while she complied. The cartwheel of time cemented the invisible bonds, and he surprised her by wishing to meet her before she was to leave abroad. “How should I identify you?” he enquired. “Why? You’ve seen so many pictures of mine not to recognize me. Anyway, I’ll be at the station,” she said. He arrived and waved unknowingly, expecting her to be somewhere around. Elated beyond words, she rushed forward, going past the blind crippled guy she ignored; he expected a rude awakening as he called out to her. She turned, shocked, recognizing the familiar voice, with a smile concealing perhaps her visible disappointment. He had never seen her, nor her paintings, a blind he was after all. Nevertheless, she hugged him tight and cried-remembering her favourite saying” love is blind”. It sure was.

DeathNote

I'm confused
Should cheap cocaine,few pills do?
With cover on face,hang by rope,should I?
Is drinking the cup of silence,an option?
Or should I shoot myself?

Fear not death, not life either
Tis not weakness,strength it is neither
Wish I could wipe few more tears
But,I'm dead,left all my pain and fears

Blood's all around
As if smeared on a clown
Excuse all the blood,sir
For,they know not
As to what made them spill !

Things went wrong,out of control
And maybe I too
The right to be wrong,I won't regret
For,even if I lived
No more than another lifeless soul

Who cares,if I cease to exist?
Except those
Whose tears I choose not to see
On you,If I made an impact
I'm sorry,I chose to end the strife
Between life and death,and took my life
To me,it seemed an easy way out
Don't mourn for me,shed tears of sorrow
Smile for your better tomorrow,for I'm
Just someone you're better without !

Perhaps,I will soon be forgotten
You too will talk,of a portrait I resembled
Of what I could have been
Sadly enough,you never knew
The part that was me.

How I feel,wish I could say
But then,perhaps the day is not today !

I

I can't write like you, I wish I could.
Nor the paint in the canvas I can do
You read of great people,their works
You sing,the melancholic tunes
Dance to the tune of air flowing past
Even those things I can't do.
I think
Of the green paddy-fields
The tears in a mother's eyes
See how lost an unemployed father feels
Of a son who failed himself
You say I'm Gothic,trapped in the past
I say I just love the night
The immense hope it portrays
The sun that awaits us with light
The defeat that compels us to fight back !

I sound hollow, I know I do
No matter how well-read you are
Books can't solve problems
Except sometimes, for a cue

With time,things differ
People and situations too
Evil and vain, I mayn't be
Yet,a martyr,for good's sake
To be or not to be,I wonder,I do
And I know you too

Hope high and dream big,I dare not
Tag me cynic,I know you might
With my feet on ground,eyes on the sky
Slowly and steadily I walk
'Cause that's what I have been taught
And that's how I choose to live by

Kopahi uttar bisari

Uttar bihin, tumio neki baru?
Tumaro dolisat xelimelie luka bhaku khele janu?

Era, jeevan kijani anekuae
Xhontekyor Sporxo te misikiya eti hahi
Gomotha mari thoka joneu xunise kanha r baahi
Soudixe jen biyopise aaxar rengoni,uthise haahir rol
Nigori boi jua ashru o jen xhontekor baabe hoise stobdho

Kopah,taar heno sthirota nai
jeevon-judhot haari aji xi bharaklanto
Aloxua hiya taar aji xeta pora
xukai jua rong no khane kenekoi?

Boga kopahor hahi hoitu dekhisa
Hahire sepa krondon jaanu saisa?
Aane jetiya aamez loi rod or
Xi je sokur aatorot gha xukuai,xeya jaanu dekhisa?

Nijor bhija xorirere aanor ashru mosibo
Bhonga hiya loie hoitu aanor hiya jorabo
Nithorua jeevan ot heno haahir prolep xanibo
Ayeai taar haabiyax, tar prosesta

Moromor badha neosi holeu aaguwabo laagibo
Bhalpuwar abhiman muthite rakhi
Jeevanor rokh bisari fure xi onai bonai
Sirontor jajavor je xi

Nice Love

Violence kills, so does nice love
Stole a pristine heart, to belove
Risking everything
You I behold, your hands I hold
Damn refrigerator, your heart's so cold

To me, you ain't a mystery
Can't let you be just history

Up against a defence
I fear to breach the fence
Behind lies a heart so tender
And I don't wanna surrender

Maybe every closed eye isn't sleeping
Each moment, its you I'm dreaming

Probably, its ways are hard and steep
But I have fallen for a heart, quite deep
I fear not the pains of love
Nor seek pleasures in understanding thereof

With your fuss, don't drive me crazy
It's in walking distance, my daisy!

No matter whom you love
For me, its just you I can think of
May success trail your dreams, to the extreme
Let this be just my silent scream