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

Tonight, I'm going to commit sucide...

These are my last words of life
Yes…
My heart that is pumping for these twenty six years
Strong blue veins
Deep, bright eyes
Everything will become numb and cold

End will all unanswered, illogical questions
Silent will be those unending echoes of emotions
Choked will be my unwoven ocean of imaginations

In a strong, ruthless rope
will be hanging my defeated pessimism
My vain, undaunted ego

Remain there will only a life
Soft and serene.
Like the placid stream in December...


(Original Assamese one:
Aaji rati moi atmo honon korim…

Eikeitai mor jiwonor xex xobdo
O...
iman din dhori dhop dhopai thoka mor olindo
Prokot nila xirabor
Toh toh koi anoborot jwoli thoka soku duta
Hoi poribo stobdho aru xeta

Xex hoi jabo xokolu beberi bang prosno
Nistbdho hoi jabo vabonar umal anuronon
Kok bokai kok bokai joti poribo
Mor xokolu jotil kolpona

Edal fit fitiya rosit
Ulomi thakibo mor noiraiswo
Mor misa atmo-ohonkar

Thaki jabo mathu ek xukumol jiwon…)

I'm what I'm not

Bob, my friend, pats in my back
And says “every little thing gonna be all right”
But, who knows what is there for us…

There’s dawn and there’s dusk
There’s tear and there’s smile
One day you come like a kingfisher
To whisper a song of life
Another day you bring
Those venomous whips, pangs without relief…

For a change, let me ask, for a change could we change our destiny?
Our compulsions?
The way time tests my patience?
Your robotic life?

I’m marching ahead or mingling down - buried in this daily dilemma
I’m what I’m not…

Bob, my friend, pats in my back
And says “every little thing gonna be all right”

But who knows what is there for us…

aaj, achanak se...

aaj bohut kuch kehne ka man kar gaya
achanak se
kaafi dino key baad

Suraj dhhalne se pehle
ek chidiya dekhi thi
barish hone se pehle
ek tukra badal dekha tha
kali si
duphar ki kari dhup mein
ek pakshi dekha tha
akele
fadfadaate hue...

shaayad...
shaayad isiliye
aaj bahut kuch kehne ka man kar gaya
Kaafi dino key baad
Achanak

The last talk

conversation

Come come...
Wholesale poetry market
You give me ‘chaka-chak’ feelings
I’ll give you warm poetry

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OK then...
You become a stone-statue
I’ll become a piece of frozen ice

By being another ‘statue of liberty '
You’ll continue a heritage
Mingling with whisky I’ll become a sensation!

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Knock knock knock
“Is God at home? I’m in a deep trouble you know.
Would have been better if I meet him once.”

“ No no. He’s not at home.
Had gone with Narendra Modi for an important meeting.
Appointment full. Please come after 400 years.”

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Come
Let’s play hide and seek
You become destiny
I’ll become ocean of ambitions!

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Ya, it’s true...
In Dhritarashtra’s land
Duryodhan is the fittest king
Panchapandava parties everyday!

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me & i

Peep into my eyes
and behold for a while

Float in my blood cells
sit upon my heart
the fusion of beats might tell you a story
how secluded medows search for sunshine

Hop to the right heart
listen to that cowboy story
how one day the the tiger kills the liar

Rise high and climb to the cells above
chaotic and creepy
wild and impulsive
soft and fragile

When you come out and find a lanky
never be confused-that's not me
nor am i that where you'd roamed around...

fish

Eternity

The Oxygen is flowing in my nerves
I can feel the palpitation
Yes
It's going from my left brain to my hands
fingers, knee & toe
Feeding every atom
Faster& deeper like a snake

Blood, choler, phlegm and sperm
Dust, tree, rain and stone
All deciding the fate of the days-
An obvious yesterday
A happening today
And a pregnant tomorrow

Suddenly
It's all silent
Dark & dreary
Numb and cold

The Oxygen is becoming Carbon...

the crisis

ECSTASY

Sinking and Sinking
to the deepest of your eyes

Taking your warmth
to my fluid soul

Drinking your words
to my numb heart

Dearly my dear

I am no longer I
when you're by my side

Oh I wish the clock stops there
I wish
The world freezes there!

TRUTH

Life is nothing
but the Butt end of a cigarette

When the flesh is mingled to the dust
Expectation fades in the air
Passion float in the water
Everybody becomes a nobody...

And all you damn busy souls
Could I ask you then
Why these facade dreams?
Why these unending pretentions?
Crucade conspiracy?
Aimless marathon?

Hey! thou Himalayan Breeze
Twittering nightingle
Soothing winterdrops

Sing a lullaby for me.
Imbued me with the pastoral pleasure
Take me out of this ethereal earth
Make me a twig
make me a bird
make me a nobody

cring...cring...cring
Hello... yes sir...
ya ya.. will reach by 10.15
ok sir ...ok

Seh....Seh....