I missed you guys! Hope all izzzz welllll !

Hello people...I missed you, you know!
 I created this blog in the year 2008. in New Delhi, When i was single, working in the big busy city. Amidst friends.

 But life has its own turns and tours. I came back to my native place - Jorhat, Assam in 2010. Joined my brother Bedanta to shape up our business of garments manufacturing. Yes, you heard it right - from advertising to garment manufacturing! But it was fun... was working on a solo ride where no local competition - hence no local resources, know how, markets, people, and so on. Any ways, so the last few years - 8 years - since I have not posted anything in my blog, here I'm writing again to tell you that I'm here. Alive and kicking. Last 10 years have been quite a ride. A ride that is eventful, chaotic, busy, confusing, creative and engaging. But I missed my blog, my readers and the sound of my laptop keypad in this night. It's truly amazing to come once again to you ... with so much to talk about! I am loaded. And will write at least once in a week!

 Let's keep the bridge between you and me up, close and tight!

 Stay happy. the world is getting tough.

 Good night!

Like a rainbow in black and white

There it is
There it is not


...Is this the beginning
or
beginning of an end?


The rainbow exists
minus the hues..

TO YOU

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…

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..

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

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.

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