The Weeping Sky

In the dark,

The sky wept for five days in a row

to leave a mark.

A mark of its melancholy and sorrow,

on this scorched earth, and there was no single soul

to witness its misery, So I

Walked and I walked.


On my skin,

I felt the first drop of the rain

pouring down in the silence.

I think I was a little bit distracted at that moment,

lost in the noiseless tranquility and ecstasy.

And when my sentience returned, I witnessed

the colorless, odorless rain turn into the color of human blood-

A warm, burning crimson red.

Maybe its intention was to give new life to the dead.


Then looking down at me from far above,

The weeping sky asked:

“How do you sate the thirst,

of your unending bloodlust?”


I did not know the answer, and thus

I asked the sky, “Why do you cry?

And watch our innocence die?

Have you nothing better to give the universe?”


Then I took shelter from the rain and shut all the windows

in hatred and disgust.

We walked our separate path.

The Room

Stuck in my dusty room,

With no rush to clean up the mess.

Year old dust particles make their home,

Safe and sound,

On each corner, the table, the wardrobe, the computer desk.

And I guess they also get under my skin, into my lungs, and my head.


If you come and look around, you’ll nod and say,

“Yup, this is a complete mess!

Why do you need that for? Those useless pieces of paper

That rusty pin, that cable, that ribbon.

Those broken toys

Throw ’em away! Throw it all away!

Only keep the things you need. “

And yes, I do think that’s the right thing to do, indeed.


But how can I throw it all away?

Wash away all my old things, the tiny little objects

And all those memories that relate to them.

The memories that kindle all my surreal dreams and nightmares?


I don’t think I can.

Yet, with all the hatred, sorrow and guilt in my hands.

I pray, I wish for a quick, clean escape from this materialistic world.

All these objects, mere physics, sewn with particles by particles.

All our emotions, thoughts & feelings are nothing but chemistry.


I just wish that all of these would vanish,

And the sky would turn a calm, soothing paper-white.


I will bask in that eternal whiteness.

সময় সংকোচন

কেউ যখন অবাক দৃষ্টিতে তাকিয়ে দুপাশে মাথা নেড়ে তোমাকে বলে

অনেক বড় হয়ে যাচ্ছো তুমি, কিন্তু এখনো নেই কোন সময়জ্ঞান!

খাওয়া, ঘুম, জৈবিক যত কাজ শেষে হয়তোবা কোন বইয়ের

শ-দুয়েক পাতা নেড়েচেড়ে দেখা; অথবা টিভি খুলে কিছু বিনোদন

কিছু নাটক, সিনেমা, টকশো, অথবা

চটপটে ডিজিটাল তরুণ সমাজের মত রাত-দিন অনলাইনে সময় পার

কিছু চটকদার শব্দ দিয়ে মারামারি-কাটাকাটি-আহাজারি, কিছু অলীক জীবনদর্শন

কিন্তু সব ছাপিয়ে অবশ্যই কাছে থাকতে হবে আমাদের, সমগ্র পৃথিবীর কাছে

প্রমাণ করতে হবে আমরা কতটা সুখি, পরস্পরকে শব্দ-ছবির স্ফটিকদর্পনে আলিঙ্গন

মস্তিষ্কের সকল সুখানুভূতি জাগিয়েই সকল প্রশান্তি, ঘড়ির কাঁটা হেঁটে চলে টিকটিক

বস্তুত: এসবই তোমার নিজেকে না খুঁজে দেখার তীব্র বাসনা, কালের স্রোতে

জীবনতরী ভাসিয়ে; অসম্পূর্ণ, অগোছালো একটি কাব্যের মত

প্রতি সেকেন্ড, মিনিট, ঘন্টা, দিনের পর দিন, এরপর মাস, বছর, এক যুগ, আজীবন

জীবনের যত আকাঙ্খা, যত অতীত-বর্তমান-ভবিষ্যত বন্দনা

সবকিছু ছাপিয়ে যুদ্ধবিদ্ধস্ত উদ্বাস্তু এক জনস্রোতের মত

প্রতিমূহুর্ত, প্রতিনিয়ত আমাদের এই উদাসীন সময় সংকোচন।।

A Timeless Tale

There was a time in the transcendent past

When we were happy, we were young.

We used to laugh and play along,

And let the moments fly by

Near the lake, beneath the sky, on the greenest grass.

And the birds soaring through the breeze up high

They used to watch over and protect us.


Then one day I closed my eyes,

Recklessly, I let years after years pass by,

Shutting all the gates in my mind to the outer universe,

Living in my own world, building my own dreams,

Where no one had a passcode to enter, but me.

And when I woke up again, nothing felt the same.


The sun just shines brighter every day.

Sun rays shred through my skin,

I scream,

But no one seems to hear what I say.


Lunar flares distort my barren face.

Tears gush through my eyes, while the stellar light

Ignites my tears, and colors the pitch-dark sky

To a glorious, infernal blood red.


Blinded, wretched & shattered, I could no longer see

The remaining glances of hope, what the future holds before me.


Yet, it still rains, the fog still covers the sterile ground.

When the rain pours on my skin, it heals my wounds.

Hidden in the mystical fog, I can hear a new tune

Which speaks of unrevealed mysteries and wonders,

Which asks me to stay strong and keep moving on.

And it’s not that different from our old song.


And thus, if you hear it too, forget all your worries,

And wake up to a brighter day.

Paint your universe with the colors of a newborn sun.

And maybe one day, I’ll follow on your trails,

I’ll tune in to the same song.

Just like we used to when we were young.

And then, time will not be able to tear us apart anymore.


You and I, we will be timeless.

The Dreaded Nights

As you open your weary eyes,

With the welcoming sunrise,

As daylight shines on your face,

You wake up, and begin a new story,

Paint your hopes, write all your glory,

Upon the vast canvas

Of the world’s blissful glaze.


A new shade of colors each day,

New jargons, new rhymes and new songs

To fill up the void of the restless hours,

Too desperate to wash the old away.


As the days decay, and your dearest sun

Spreads its warmth all over the horizon,

You rest your head on earth’s slender lap

And sleep, till all your leftover memories

Wash away, as you let your dreams run


Again and again, in the dreaded nights,

While your stories rely on the daylight,

And at each day’s end, they evaporate

Into thin air, they go down with the sun.


I stand up high, I arise in those nights

With my eternal moonlight.

I walk hand in hand with the darkness,

Till the nights and I, become one.

Inorganic Emotions

I walk across an ocean full of faces

An animate human body, submerged in its soul

I watch the faces laugh, sing and play

Exultant emotions, which I feel no more.


Alone and careless, I keep on walking

Drowned in my demented, bewildering thoughts; they

Do not synchronize with your songs, they remain unaware

Of the blinding light of day.


And you wonder, your unspoken whispers

Deflect on the walls of my inner ear

Inside your tiny, incapable skulls you wonder,

Something’s terribly wrong, we must resolve this


We have to find a home for that lost soul

Before it’s too late, Before all that light

Succumbs to the ever-devouring darkness

There must be a solution, we must find a cure!


But what else do you expect from one

Wearing seclusion, an attire?

Walking a path, so alienated and dark

An abandoned trail that every living varmint fears.


Thus, suffer as much as you are hurt.

Hate, only as much as you can hate.

But, when you love, love with all your heart,

And leave the rest to fate.

Private Dictators

Every day of your life, each & every long night

You fight to decide between wrong and right

Fighting a battle within yourself you thrive to survive

With the private dictators trying to dictate your life


“Don’t run too fast, don’t walk too slow

Don’t take that road, else you’re gonna explode

You’re a fool, I’m so wise, with my long pointy nose

I’ma show you how it’s done, you’re outta control”


And now you’re torn, you’re broken, you feel so low

Your life is a mess, you just can’t go with the flow

So get up, rise and shine, and learn to say “NO”

Break free from the chains, let your wishful wind blow.

চিরচেনা প্রান্তর

বসন্তের প্রথম প্রহরে, গত শীতের হাড়ভাঙা খাটুনির পর

সমগ্র পৃথিবী যখন সন্ত্রস্ত- আধো-ঘুম আধো-জাগরণে

সূর্য তখনো গায়নি নতুন দিনের গান; নির্জন আঁধারে

দুরন্ত পথিক তখন ছুটে চলে কোন এক দূর অজানার টানে


গহীন অন্ধকার চারপাশ, হঠাৎ বিকট শব্দে হানা দিয়ে যায়

গম্ভীর কোন দূরপাল্লার দানবীয় ট্রাক

মূহুর্তের জন্য গুড়িয়ে দেয় শান্ত রাতের পরিচিত নিস্তব্ধতা

তবুও সে ছুটে চলে অজানার পানে, পাশে ফেলে এই শহর

শহরের বিষাক্ত বাতাস, ভঙ্গুর দালানকোঠা

জাঁকিয়ে বসা সভ্যতা, সব কিছু বলি দিয়ে


দুর্বিনীত পথিকের পথচলায় কখনো থমকে দাঁড়ায় সময়ের কাঁটা

স্বৈরাচারি অধীস্বরের মত গর্জে ওঠে, থামো! আর একবিন্দুও এগুবেনা!

কোথায় যাচ্ছো অন্ধের মতন? এক্ষুণি উল্টোদিকে ফেরো!

আপন করে নাও ঐ শহরের পঙ্কিল ধূলিধুসরিত কাঁকর


দৃঢ় সংকল্পে মোহাবিষ্ট পথিক তখন ভাবে

আর একটু পথ চললেই তো সে খুঁজে পাবে

আমাদের স্বপ্নে দেখা,ধূসর কুয়াশার চাদরে ঢাকা

আদি, অকৃত্রিম কোন শিল্পীর তুলিতে আঁকা

তোমার আমার চিরচেনা, পরাবাস্তব সেই প্রান্তর।।

Withered Soul

All your life you wait

In a serene, delusional state

For someone to come by and

Take your hand in their hands

And whisper,

The soft, surreal words,

Words only you can hear,

Words, which you have longed for

In the countless, indomitable years,

Then one day it appears.


The flame, for which you crave,

The infernal flame, which ignites

All your passion, and all your desires

And you drift in a dreamy state.

Your very own dreamland, full of hope

And full of colors, your heart leaps

Every time you feel the warmth,

But do not be deceived.


The rage creeps inside, the eternal thirst,

Feeding on your fears, sowing the rust,

As the faint gleam of hope fades

Through all the guilt, and all your sins,

A feast to feed the beast within.


Then let your heart stop pounding,

And let your mind take control.

Don’t think, don’t blink,

Don’t even weep no more.

For no matter how hard you try,

How grave you are, how hushed you cry,

No words, no prayers, no frail encore

Can heal the wounds of a withered soul.

“What’s on your mind?”

“What’s on your mind? / What are you thinking?”

Nearly every netizen of this Facebook generation is familiar with these questions, because, whenever you post a status, Facebook asks you these questions, and you read it consciously or subconsciously and you answer them, hoping for attention of your loved ones(maybe) & also hoping for tons(!) of likes.

But how does it benefit you, really, if your thoughts just wash away just like that in a tide of “social” newsfeed?

And what makes you so confident that your only intention is to let the people you care about know what you are thinking, and not to seek “social” attention?

Sad but true, we live in a society where your “social” status & individual intellect is measured by the countless numbers of likes & comments on your statuses, posts & photos. Its measured by how many selfies or foodfies(!) you take when you take your friend or mother or loved ones to a dinner, and your own happiness subconsciously relies on it, not necessarily on the moments that you cherish together.

No likes on your photos? Something must be terribly wrong! Did you use the right filter? Were the privacy settings right? Did you ensure to tag your friends along?

Let’s take a deep breath and repeat the questions again, What are you thinking? How are you feeling? Do you feel sane? Have you the ability to cherish a moment all by yourself, or with people actually close to you or have you lost that ability in the artificial, “socializing” tide?

Well, that’s all I’ve been thinking lately, so that’s all I will “share”, in my very personal web space which anyone may willingly visit simply by typing the URL. And if no one is willing to do so, I have no problem with that either. At least then I will know who really enjoys my company (both online & offline) … and who is just pretending to “like” & comment on my posts just for the sake of being virtually “social”. 🙂