Bengali poetry, Poetry

বেলা শেষ

মৃত্যু তুমি আসবে কেমনে
কোন দেশ এ, কোন রূপে?

আসবে কি ঝড়ের বেগে,
ঘূর্ণির পাঁকে, পেঁচিয়ে নিতে?

কিম্বা আসবে বীর সৈনিকের বেশে,
তোমার জয়ের ঘোষণা, যুদ্ধ শেষে?

আসবে কি তুমি নিঝুম রাতে,
মন ভোলানো এক স্বপনের সাথে?

কিম্বা একদিন চলার পথে,
নিয়ে জাবে খেলার ছলে, হাতটা ধরে?

মৃত্যু তুমি নীরব কেন?
প্রশ্ন গুলোর উত্তর কি জান?

তবে তুমি থাকবে, আমি জানি,
বন্ধু হয়ে, শেষ বেলার সহযাত্রী।




English poetry, Poetry



The shower had stopped and the raindrops hung from wires and leaves
Swinging gently in the breeze,
unsure of the new surroundings,
loath to making new commitments to the world below.


Spring came with it’s commitment to spread warmth and cheer.
It impregnated the air with love, awoke the cuckoo and
reached the spot where the gulmohur tree would eagerly wait.
Only to find the gulmohur replaced, by a concrete pillar.



English poetry, Poetry

Happiness…in the New Year


“Happy New year”!
screamed banners,
hoardings and advertisements galore;
As Earth’s revolution ended
and it readied for one more!
Bemused it was at seeing such happiness when,
humans everywhere had polluted
and left it’s beauty defaced.


The cold had halted abruptly around the small fire,
Which the poor boy had lit on the pavement,
using scraps and wastes lying all around.
Happy”? I asked him,sensing the warmth on his face.
“Happy New Year”, his wish was punctuated by his smile!


English poetry, Poetry

A Walk….with the past

The past;
tugged at me from behind,
Begged me fervently,
Implored me all throughout,
To take away as much of it,
As could be filled in the heart and mind.
Why should we stay back in a place that
we know you would never come back to?
So we filled our senses
And our heart to the brim.
When the tears came,
We knew we were stuffed
to the point of overflowing.
Now we have our past as memories,
Enough to last the rest of our life.



1st Dec 2019

English poetry, Poetry

In India’s cities and towns..

Moving through the narrow by-lanes of the city,
He realised that he was in the company,
Of life!
It came to him;
with a conversation that jumped out through the open window of a house,
As the hum of a song
Slipping through the crack in a door,
As the fragrance of spices
Wafting out from a kitchen,
As cocked ears and soulful eyes of the dog
staring through the grille of the balcony.
He found himself full of life!