Silver anklets
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O_ ma go
Ei borsha majhe
Joler shrot-e
Pa dubai re
Tora bhashe..
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Hrid-begomer
Chollo asha
Krishnochurar,
Patar por-e
Shindur anka ache..
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Hrod-er e dhar e te
Sagor- o par e te
Neel akash er
Shuk-tara,
Ami Shokuntola..
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Gaan er ei groho te
Chand melechi
Haath e makha
Amar
Neel alta..
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Sobuj e. Jibon e
Ghasher pare e te
Jibon hete jai
Ami je,
Khurai,khurai!
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-swasTIKA
Uttor-sutro
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Chander pahare jowar eseche
Somudro tole bhumikompo jegeche
Chitkar kore bedona
Keno he durghotona?
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Bidbesh shoktir koto rup
Jole gelo bishad er dhuno dhup
Oshanto kolahol er proti e bhokti
Ache ki kono niyom, jukti?
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Sohore-nogore, gram-e gonje
Rokter bikrito chaya
Kar nishash e nishesh holo
Eto maya montrer jaal bona?
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Protyahik ei rokta-rokti,lut, khun
Gorib paina, bhaat daal ,tel nun.
Doshi toh se,dosh jar
Kintu keno ei bicharer ondhokar?
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Purbo poschim uttor dokhhin
Ei jobab ki khub e kothin?
Proshno ashe, proshno jai
Kono uttor ami na pai!
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-swasTIKA
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The moon is no longer what it used to be for me.. because I’m no longer in love! The moon has ceased to shine in its pure,serene, virgin white beauty…
The dark night no longer contrasts brightly with the white light of the moon…. The moon,rather, is no longer beautiful in its graceful white beauty… … it is smeared by the blood spilled by thousands of dying lovers who donot and cannot close their eyes at night……. The blood smeared on the face of the moon, disturbs the purity of the white light. . . I see the distinct orange-red-yellow deep tinge on the moon, instead of the white lady I used to see every night,in the night sky!
… …… ……. Don’t you suppose, even my blood is responsible for having snatched the virginity of the white colour of the moon………..?
Is it all because I’m no longer in love?
Sigh…………
Thy moon,I’ll come and..
…mourn over your coffin.
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-swasTIKA
clipping 1....prohor
Janla duti mele ditei,kotha hote abir –er rong er gindho boye ashe.. .. oli-te, goli-te, sorbotro jeno surjo geche pouche….. hethai akash neel…gache gache kochi sobujer obhijan.. .. …. Roder taap halka hoye gaaye lage..bheshe ashe kokil er daak…noyon tori tori khoje tare…..dekha paina tar…aj boshonto…ki,bhul bollam naki?
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Dekhoi na cheye tomar aashe pashe. Bhalo theko.
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-swasTIKA
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clipping 2....prohor
Jege uthechi punorbar..ganga er teer e ..jogot tule dhoreche abar…oi dure morichika bhashe.. nodir oi shesh prante bodhoi balu chor ache…….thik bojha jaina…upekhha korao osombhob…tai toh oi par er bhabi bonoshpoti diyeche kul ke chaya…ar nodi hoye utheche amar moton unmukh…naki kham kheyali,…..kheyal toh ashe jai……aj tule dhorlam ….
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Bhalo theko.
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clipping 3....prohor
Kamona,prarthrona,sfurti,asha,nirasha,bhangon..goron…,..,..,..koto akar he ei jibon er…kintu eto kichur majheo,ki khujitechi ami..? spriha na nishtha? Obantor na oshombhob? Sotyo na madhurjo? ….. kichui toh bujhi na…kichui toh mone hoi jeno jani na..thik ki bolte chai….ki bhabte chai….ei,ami toh sei,khamkheyali…aj o..kal o….sorbokhhon…..dhonyobad
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Ful-er gathe gathe pata mele utheche..aj dekhi ful er hote pata besi chokhe dhore……..sei,sobuj er bonge , dora kata kata pata er rekha…dhomonir rasta…alto choyai,komolota er sporsho pao..sobujer koto bibidho bidhan..dekhe aj,thekeche mone….ichhe hochhe ure jete..ichhe hochhe dana melte..bheshe jai onek dure……kintu kotha jai…kothai sei nischit thikana? Tai toh jani na! jani…mone hochhe,eto soundorjer pahar theke nistar pete chai mon…….sondorjo,ba oti soundorjo,chinta dhara k kore bodhotta-mulok…akta nirdisto kon-e atke jai mon…..tai toh aj obotoron korlam…bostro-hin choron niye ,dhuloi molin korte ……
Aj ami nemechi,jogot ke dekhte..dorshon korte …..breathe free..
-swasTIKA
Ichhe hochhe aj ektu,bhalobasha k bhalobaste…bhalobashar manush ken a hoi aj ektu nai bhalobashlam…khub khoti koi ta te?
Tai,jabo na ami aj tomar kache.. bhalobashbo..bhalobasha ke.. pore ache bichan..ami aj jabo na..oi ondhokar e..
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Sohorer koto lok ..hete geche..rasta diye keu..keu pavement dhore..~~~ korecehe rasta paar…na dhore karo haath abar. . . . .
Tram gari, bus gari, taxi-cycle, rikshaw chole jai..sara rasta jure……shanto hobe jokhon…tokhon raat tuku gorabe….
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-swasTIKA
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Footfalls.. shondhe hoye eseche..pavement er dhare dhare alo gulo jele uthche…shondhya aroti dichhe keu ei para tei..chotto bachha ta tar ma er haath tene dhore kiser jeno bayna korche….. ….. …… rasta jure bes onek e lok jon.. keu mobile e gaan sunche…taal e amar o mon dulche..
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Khosh mejaj tar aj……..ami ekla….haat-te hat-te….fuckkar gondhe choturdik mo mo korche…issh,jibhe jol eseche….troley er ghonti bajiye ice cream wala ei elo…..choto belay koto baynai nah kortam..sudu oi akta jol-ice cream er jonno……..aj kothai sei sob bayna…bhai bon der ek songe yark thatta……aj bujhi sobai khub boro hoye gechi….? Na ki mon aj khub choto hoye geche amader sobar….? Batash bhari hoye ashe j…..bari fera shomoi hoyeche…………ferrari mon….abar dekha hobe..
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-swasTIKA
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