You creep into my nerves
And then make me what I’m not
I know you’re silly
(I’m, too)
I know you’re gracefully woman
(That’s the ink to my imagination)
I know you’re selfish
(so, who is not?)
I know you’re unnecessarily logical
(which makes me angry, makes me drink, and makes me write poetry)
I know you’re pompous
(I blame the time, blame the ambitious age)
The coffee, the beer, the chai
The maggi, the fruits, the dal- plain one
Everything has some memories attached to us
Memories mean more to me than you
Since I know you’re nothing but a memory
I’m camouflaged
By my own ifs and buts
By my own doubts and confidence
But you’re vivid
Vivid like a day bright…
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Friday, September 10, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
KUTHAR
Muthitu tan koi mar
Xobdo bur t di lo dhar
Mor buku korkosh
khori
...
Nisphol tur kuthar...
KULHARI
..........
Kass ke band kar mutthi...
Shabdo ko de dhaar
Mera dil hai kathin lakri
Nishphal tera prahaar..
Xobdo bur t di lo dhar
Mor buku korkosh
khori
...
Nisphol tur kuthar...
KULHARI
..........
Kass ke band kar mutthi...
Shabdo ko de dhaar
Mera dil hai kathin lakri
Nishphal tera prahaar..
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Xukurbaror Kobita
Xukurbaror xei xopon-loga xondhya
bhur-bhuriyakoi goji uthil orthoboh mounota
Tumar hatot ekhon kaata samos
Mor hatot ekhon suri
Kaxot keipah man golap- plastikor
Abeg bor kati kati
ami je ki triptire khalu!
(Shukravar ki woh shyam)
Shukravar ki woh shyam
Jisme bhune huwe the sapne
Jaise bhur bhuri mitti se nikalti hai ankur
Waise hi bhur bhurakar nikli khamoshi
Tumhare haath main dhunya
Mere haath main churi
Bagal main tha gulab-plastic ka
kat kat kar key humne kata aur
tukra tukra karke kha gaye sare soch-bichar
bhur-bhuriyakoi goji uthil orthoboh mounota
Tumar hatot ekhon kaata samos
Mor hatot ekhon suri
Kaxot keipah man golap- plastikor
Abeg bor kati kati
ami je ki triptire khalu!
(Shukravar ki woh shyam)
Shukravar ki woh shyam
Jisme bhune huwe the sapne
Jaise bhur bhuri mitti se nikalti hai ankur
Waise hi bhur bhurakar nikli khamoshi
Tumhare haath main dhunya
Mere haath main churi
Bagal main tha gulab-plastic ka
kat kat kar key humne kata aur
tukra tukra karke kha gaye sare soch-bichar
Monday, March 22, 2010
pootna ke liye ek kavita
Tum roop badal sakti ho
Meethi meethi batein kar sakti ho
Badal sakti ho apni kaaya
Apni prakat vakshya se
kar sakti ho tum kisiko bhi kabu mein-
dev, devta, manushya athva kinnar
Bhaala kisiko kya pata kitni ho tum zahreeli
Kamaal ki cheez ho tum
Kamaal ki cheez ho tum
Office mein, seher mein, ghar mein
sab mein tum jao
Mere pas mat aao
Mein jo Krishna nahi hoon.
Meethi meethi batein kar sakti ho
Badal sakti ho apni kaaya
Apni prakat vakshya se
kar sakti ho tum kisiko bhi kabu mein-
dev, devta, manushya athva kinnar
Bhaala kisiko kya pata kitni ho tum zahreeli
Kamaal ki cheez ho tum
Kamaal ki cheez ho tum
Office mein, seher mein, ghar mein
sab mein tum jao
Mere pas mat aao
Mein jo Krishna nahi hoon.
Friday, January 8, 2010
My ode to a new dawn: a song on the eve of 2010.
Till the guitar cries...
Let the fire leap in the air
light up our faces
so that we see each other
eyes to eyes
heart to heart
And hum
the rhythm of life
Pour a li'l wine
strum the strings
snap the fingers
and whistle out the worries of life
Let the fire leap in the air
and burn
that pollutes our moment of joy
Let the chorus stir our lives
and ignite
the possibilities burried deep in our heart
We'll sing
We'll dance
We'll drink
to ward off the evils of despair
Till the guitar cries...
Pour a li'l wine
Pour a li'l wine
Till the guitar cries...
Let the fire leap in the air
light up our faces
so that we see each other
eyes to eyes
heart to heart
And hum
the rhythm of life
Pour a li'l wine
strum the strings
snap the fingers
and whistle out the worries of life
Let the fire leap in the air
and burn
that pollutes our moment of joy
Let the chorus stir our lives
and ignite
the possibilities burried deep in our heart
We'll sing
We'll dance
We'll drink
to ward off the evils of despair
Till the guitar cries...
Pour a li'l wine
Pour a li'l wine
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