Friday, March 8, 2013

The Dream Of...


THE DREAM OF..............


             Asima: A  middle  aged  mother
          

            A proud mother of two achievers
            One in medicine , one an engineer.
             Both have topped in their institution.
            Yesterday, both were off to their respective destination.

            Far from home, far from nation,
            One in Sydney, another in Houston.
            So what! Asima's dreams have fulfilled,
            As a mother she has succeed,
            Doing all her motherly duty
             So she came with flower and sweets,
             To offer her devotion to the deity.

             Suddenly the bells rang in the temple,
              As a strong air blew,
              And lamps in her hand quivered ,
              While deep in her heart she knew,
               Her fulfilled dreams
              Led to the end of a blind lane.
              Nowhere to go, nothing to gain.
              When children. leave their parents,
              Just with a feeling of a lone insane.


           Anuj:  A  struggling  bachelor.


           Being the third among four,
           Anuj thinks himself a lovelorn lour .
           The eldest brother is jewel in the crown.
           Like a rich cream on a bread toast brown.
           Best in academics,with well earned bucks,
           Meant to be always at the center of focus.
           The second one, an athlete, is very good in sports.
           Dinner or lunch, the lion's share,
           Is always his right for his effort.
           Mum's apple of eye, and a job waiting,
           Surely in a railway or a port.
           The youngest sis, so stupid and moody,
            But no one dares to mess with her,
            'Cause she's the darling of Daddy.
            Only the odd one in the family is Anuj.
            Like a convict in the court,
            Under the glare of  a judge.

            Anuj daydreams of a worthy wealthy life,
            Full of self esteem.
            With a chauffeur driven car,
            And the girl of his dream
            A villa with lovely gardens, and a green lawn.
            All of a sudden his dream vanishes,
            At a loud sardonic frown.
            Dad's cold eyes say it all.
            Actually Anuj is a good  for nothing,
            Meant to be always
            At every ones beck and call. 
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           Urmila:  A  struggling  model  turned  actress

           Walking on the red carpet,
           Down the aisle leading the dais,
           A slender beauty with dreamy eyes,
           Is seen to aide the genius.

           Urmila , a young beauty and although good as a performer,
           She has to be a social coquette,
           Rather than being shy and sober.
           Nobody seems to notice a talent,
           Hidden behind her obsession.
           Her dream to reach the stardom,
           Is a path full of friction.

           The rustle of the glittery gowns around,
           The branded shoes and purses, the styles so profound.
           Ignites the dream of a commoner like her,
           Who still has to cross high hurdles,
           Of her luck and endeavor.




          Rajdeep:   The  only  rich  successor


         Nothing to lose in life for Rajdeep,
         He is born only to gain.
         The successor of a great empire,
         Never he faced the woes of life,
         Never he feels the pain.


         But a phase of realism came one day,
         While he was coming home from abroad last May.
         A book of poetic phrases in hand,
         His eyes soaking the nature's beauty of his native land.
         He decided to become a poet or a painter.
         The B-school foreign degrees,
         Now meant not so fine and fair.

         "A poet or a painter! is a stigma, a cause of poverty!"
          Roared a father, "We are the ones who flourish the country."
          "You have to follow our progenitors progeny,"
          " You are the heir who's born to make money."

          After a few months later, in a lavish office room,
          Raj unmindful, scans through a project file,
          His heart filled with a gloom.
          When he becomes the father, he thought,
          He'll never shatter his child's dream, he vowed.
          His every single wish will be fulfilled,
          No pride and prejudice, only love will be bestowed.






       Maya:  The  ballad  of  a  desperate  wife


          Maya, standing in front of the oval mirror,
          Devoured in her beauty,burning like an incense,
          In a decorated censer.

          Her dewy eyes, her luminous forehead,
          Crowned with locks of cloud.
          Her flawless skin, a perfect smile,
          Like pearly lace through a rose bud pout.
          Her ivory limbs embracing a sensuous figurine,
          So very meticulously so far maintained.

          But all felt so meaningless, all seems in vain.
          "Oh! mirror, mirror..........
           All my efforts of devotion and provocation,
           Are my life's greatest error."

           She's just a social status for her high ranked husband,
           With many an admirer but without a true friend.
           Miserably lonely she dreams of a lover,
           Who'll love her with great passion,
           With an endless romance lasting forever.

           At a social party once,by chance,
           She came across a lost love tune, close to her heart.
           She turned and saw an intense look,
            Playing the soft tune in his guitar.
           She was carried away like a magical charm,
           How her heart craved to leave all aside,
           And to run away with the wanderer.

           She felt so desperate, she managed to do what she wanted.
           She was actually running away,leaving all the riches and luxury,
           With her new found lover.
           How she longed for those intense passionate looks,
           And the love tunes played just for her like tales in fairy books.

            But fairy tales just don't happen really.
            The car driven in a reckless panic,
            Toppled down the edge of a high way,
            And blasted down to ashes.

            Maya found herself in a white room of a hospital.
            Her half burnt body aching with pain.
            She cried and sobbed violently,
            Oh! how she loathed her body so ugly!

            Suddenly two consoling hands held her tightly,
            And spoke to her in a soft tone,
            "I'm always with you my darling,
             I love you, not just your beauty!
             My passion for you is deep in my heart,
             That can't be seen, nor heard!"

            Maya went home, holding her husband's strong arms.







          Sujoy:     The  happiest  of  all



          Sujoy is always so joyful and jolly,
          For his nature he is loved by all, in his alley.
          A happy go lucky rickshaw puller, 

         He seldom gets time to be a dreamer.
         He is content with what he earns today
,        without even caring about the next day.
     
        He is content with his wife, who's deaf and dumb,
        And their two kids who're their helping hand.
        Every day he pulls various travelers,
        From rich to mediocre and also some poor vendors.

        He hums and whistles, while pulling his carriage
        To drive away the strain, whilst be summer , winter or rain.
        He always try to work harder and manage.
        Sometimes heavy, some goes far,
        Sometimes light, just strolling yonder.
        He never minds, he never argues,
        He's always willing to help the needy, and guide the confuse.

        One day he came across a small gathering at the roadside,
        An accident occurred before a few moments,
        And as usual the culprit was out of sight.
        All were so very busy, no cars stopped,
        No one dared to take the risk and feel bothered.
        The young boy was bleeding,and the mother wailed for support,
        Sujoy jumped out and took them in his rickshaw with his utmost effort.

        He raced with all his might, to reach the nearby hospital,
        He pleaded with the doctor to do the essential.
        He gave them all his possessions,
        But still there was some complications.
        The boy suffered a major injury in his  abdomen,
        Which damaged both his kidneys, could be fatal any moment.
        
       Sujoy took no moment to decide,
       The blood group was the same to coincide.
       Though the doctors warned him ,
       Acknowledging his profession,
       But Sujoy was glad to donate his kidney,
       For nothing but self satisfaction.

      Sujoy can't pull a rickshaw nowadays.
      He is the owner of a tea stall, 
      With the rescued boy at his aide always.
      The story of his bravery created an inception.
      The happy smile on his face,
      Is always some ones conjuring concession.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE


                                                      SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE


Nowadays , life is so unpalatable and stoic.
So unnecessarily busy and eventfully hectic.
Young folks thus gather in a shadowy discotheque, to kill,
The retreating winter shedding its last chill.
The chirps of the departing migratory,
With massacred green in a concrete urban factory,
Welcomes the spring breeze, and the cuckoo melody tune,
That too so rare,
For a short term vacation, in a vanity fair.
Some emotional fools and roaming vagabond,
Can feel the spring air and reminiscences their  fond,
And cry for the past and the long lost love bonds.
Beside them no one dares to mingle,
Their soul with the colour of butterfly  twinkle.
No one cares to see the young green boughs,
Dancing in a frolic of crispy air that jingle.
All is there, in the air, except love my dear,
‘Cause love is now confined,
In another little world so secure.
Where there’s no hasty rushing,
No meaningless blushing,
No hassled waiting, no worrying restriction.
Love is just a readymade parcel,
At a press of a small button.
Love messages, e mails , tweets, face books ,web cyberspace and profile update,
Takes all the bothering responsibility, does all the necessary tete-a-tete.
No need for time taking arguments,
No need for extra commitments.
Sometimes, meetings could be arranged, but
Oh! Never in public park or in a hopeless garden.
It could be in a shopping mall or a cool coffee  den.
The gorgeous and the grotty,
All gather at a V-day party.
Those who are privileged,
Share their love with diamonds and wine.
But for others, not a single grape,
Is sour in a vine.
Everything is taken for granted,
Just simple and fine.
‘Cause love can also be shared,
Simply free of cost on line.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Transition [ a tiresome afternoon]


 The transition of life, seems like a pause never ending
     Midway in a sandy desert and overhead sun so scorching.
     A thirsty traveler craves for a droplet
     With his bottle so shamefully empty
     And search for a shade in a cactus field
     Beneath a fiery sky with clouds so scanty.
     
     Still he has to search on and on,his body bent with pain
     Not so certain of destination, not so certain of what to gain.
     Neither can he rest in peace, nor can he sleep
     The only thing he could do is to dream,
     A delirium of a sea blue and deep.

      Can he manage to reach the sea someday;
      Only a magical wand can guide him to the way.
       Where the caressing  waves will kiss
       His dry lips and smoulderd forehead
       The sweet tune of a messiah's flute
       Will inflate with ethereal air in the lungs so exhausted.

       But neither can he be a dreamer, nor a soporific
       He has to be pragmatic and try hardest to be realistic.
       Be it a sore eye, be it a blister-ous foot,
       He bears it all by himself, just like an unseen root
       Flourishing blossoms, sky rising boughs and green shoots.
       May be the Almighty showers him with all the might
        To carry on his quest for a silver lining
        At the end of each stormy night.

       The passerby riders would never stop their horses by him
        And query about his needs.
        They don't have time or patience
        To lend a listening ear or a hand for heed.
        They'll never know that time is passing by
        The sun is about to set.
        The traveler could never quench his thirst
        With not much, but just a few droplets.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

26'th Jan, 2013. A Hope..

Let's hope for a brighter future,
        To  day, let's hope for the best.
        Let's forget our diversities and failures,
        And fight for a cause in a will earnest.
        Don't just think it,
        Don't just say it.
        Find a way, and just do it.
        Each one teach one,
        Each one reach one.
        Lend out a hand and say, "I'm there;"
        In this way we can get a brighter future.

Friday, January 25, 2013

  A tribute to The Beatles  [Yesterday] and a bit of Kaviguru Rabindranath [Purano shei diner kotha]


                         FELE ASHA SHEI DIN GULI----------



               Shei samay, mone chhilo na toh bhabna bhoy,
               Game e herey gele ki ba jai,aar ki ba ashe,
               Theek shei samay.

               Aaj je,here gele, buke boro baje,
               Nishchintota, hariechhey saharar baluka majhhe e e ey.


              Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away,
               Now I need a place to hide away,
               Where I'll be with you in yesterday.
               Suddenly,I'm not half the man I used to be,
               There's a shadow hanging over me,
               Oh yesterday, oh suddenly.

               Shei samay, bhalobasha aar sakhyata,
               Jiboner param shatota, ei mulmantra,
               Chhilo shei samay.

               Aaj,keno, sobi mone hoy jeno kono phaki,
               Jibon khatay, hisheb melena aar
               Shobi roye jay baki-i-i-i.
           
               Shei samai,keno phire phire ashe na hai,
               Kabigurur bhashay  ''se ki bola jai,
               Purano sei diner kotha se ki bhola jay''.
  A tribute to The Beatles  [Yesterday] and a bit of Kaviguru Rabindranath [Purano shei diner kotha]


                         ফেলে  আসা  সেই  দিনগুলি 


               সেই সময়, মনে  ছিল না  তো  ভাবনা ভয় ,
               Game-এ  হেরেই  গেলে কিবা যায় আর কিবা আসে,
               ঠিক সেই সময়।

               আজ যে হেরে গেলে, বুকে বড় বাজে,
               নিশ্চিন্ততা, হারিয়েছে সাহারা 'র বালুকা মাঝে এ এ এ।।।।


              Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away,
               Now I need a place to hide away,
               Where I'll be with you in yesterday.
               Suddenly,I'm not half the man I used to be,
               There's a shadow hanging over me,
               Oh yesterday, oh suddenly.

               সেই  সময়, ভালোবাসা আর সক্ষ্যতা,
               জীবনে'র পরম সততা, এই মূলমন্ত্র,
               ছিল সেই সময়।

               আজ, কেন, সবই মনে হয় যেন কোন ফাকি,
               জীবন খাতায়, হিসেব মেলেনা আর,
               সবই রয়ে যায় বাকি ই ই ই।।।।
           
               সেই সময়, কেন ফিরে ফিরে আসে না হায়
               কবিগুরু'র ভাষায় "সে কি ভোলা যায়"
               পুরানো সেই দিনের কথা সে কি ভোলা যায়।।

Sunday, December 9, 2012

EKTI  PRAYASH ; [This work is totally adapted from the song WE ARE THE WORLD in a fusion pattern of Bengali and English]
      There comes a time , when we heed a certain call
       When the world must come, together as one.
       There are people dying O.................and
       Its time to lend a hand,   to life
       The greatest gift of all.
 
       We cant go on, pretending day by day
       That someone, somewhere will soon make a change,
       We all are a part of, God's great big family
        And the truth  you know,
       Love is all we need.
   
      Emon somoy ashe,jokhon mon kichhu shunte chaye
      Jokhon chokh kichhu dekhte chaye
      Pran dite chaye,ashroy
      Jara bhese jachhe,durbipake,
      Ar obohelar ghurnipake.......

      Tahader ki, deowa jaye na aro ektu shomoy
      Barano jaye na ki ektu sahajyer haath
       Bishwe ki ana jaye na, aro ektu shanti
       Mon ki bilate parena aro ektu preeti.


      We are the world,We are the children
      We are the ones who make a better day
      So lets start giving.
      There's a choice we are making
       We're saving our own lives
      It's true we'll make a better day
      Just you and me.

     Amrai prithibi,amrai bhabishyat
     Amrai bhalobasha diye banabo
      Bibartaner path.
      Jodi thake mone bhoy,
     Noto hoyo dwidha aar lajjaye
     Utthe poro, pore theko na
      Aar ei sharoshajjay.

     When you're down'nd out,
    There seems no hope at all
    But if you just believe, there's
    No way we can fall
     Well.......well......well.....
     Let's realize that,a change can only come
     When we stand together as one.

    Tene ber karo shob pratibha,
    Moner rongin shrishti
    Anashrishtir andhar chire
    Felo alor drishti
   O......o.........o.........
    Hath bariye dao bandhu
    Tene tolo durbol ke
    Thamao hanahanir traash
     Nirlipto na theke,nirbish karo bishwake.

     We are the world........................