Brishti

Chotita chire gelo
hothat hawar jhapta....
ar shey brishti namlo....

Adhar aalo,
akash bhore
kalo megher khela...
Diner seshe ekla ami...
Bari ferar pala
Emon koto brishtibheja sondhey geche kete...
Chera choti, bhije ami
Cholechi je hete...

Ronger Khela....

Idaning besh kichu bochor holo akta notun khelay peyeche amake....manush dekhar khela...amar charpasher lokera...ki bhabche...ki bolche...Onek shomoyi rasta die to koto lok jay, majhe majhe mone hoy tara thik kemon...tader bari...tader ghor...thik tader prithibitake chenar amar khoob icche hoy....hothat kore bhabte boshi tader nie ....
Ey to bari jacche oi byasto office theke berono oi mohila....kadhta laptop er bhare ektu jhuke poreche...hatey file....autor line ey darie she thik ki bhabche....bari...bari gie thik ki ki kaj..naki kalker deadline..naki amar motoi she thik onno kichu bhabche...na eto options diyna ami nijeke...ami nijer moton kore bhabi...amar je je rong dite iccche kore tader jibone...thik sheiguloi di...keu lal...keu shobuj...keu dhushor ar keu badami... oi je oi busta dekhchho....janlar dhare boshe ache oi meyeti...kichhukhon agei kono ak mondir theke pujo die firche....mathay sidurer tip ta ghame bhije dhebre geche.....tar o bari ferar tara.....tar barite onek kaj...bachara opekkha korche...aj rateo ki tar bor firbe? hoyto ba firbe... hoyto kalker dingulo onek bhalo hobe etai cheye shey aj mandirey pujo
dieche...jibonta ki palte jabe erpor?...rastay paner dokaner dhare oi lokta....nichu hoe
jhuke, hothat cigarette er agunta jalie nilo....mone hoy er mathay ojosro chinta...client, bari, office, promotion... dhoar majhe sukhtan dite dite bhire harie gelo......era thik
kara....prottekta manushi khub alada......kenoi ba eder chinte eto bhalo lage ....kothao ki theres something that binds them.... seta thik ki.... amader pariparshik jogot ta...amader bhetorer idur dour...naki eto bhirer modhhey eka nijer jaygatuku akre dhorte amra beporoa.....kono ak bohutol office barir thanda ghore bosha, byasto manager ar rastar hawker dujoner ey bachar lorai tai ki eder ak kore dey.....ami khub impractical...ami uttar khujina..amar kaj rong khoja.... tader kalponik jiboner rong gulo ami bhori..era shobai amar kache ak choloman chobi......ja ichhe rong tai debo...achha amake nieo ki keu bhabe ...keu bhorte chay rong....

Brooding Again

It was just one of those days....
When I felt like saying something....
But the words where not there......
I felt like screaming aloud....
Didnt really care...
But I lost my voice...
It was just one of those days
When I knew what I should have done
Should have said , should have told....
But as u see...
It was just one of those days....
When I was again silent and numb...
Still afraid to lose
Still undecided, unsure
Still waiting for the sunshine....