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
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
KAGOJER FUL
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Kole amar obujh
Gache pata sobuj
.
Khatai rong ofuronto
Hawai pakhi uronto
.
Corche nilimai ghuri
Ami haath er angul guni
.
Nodite jol jhore jai
Khachar pakhi nirupai
.
Bhashe kagojer ful
Kaane sonar dul
.
Brishtite bheja jol
Joler tole sthol
.
Ichhe aki-buki
Ja ichhe,tai kori!
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-swasTIKA
conflagration
I let the spray of cold water from the shower to relax my pounding head.. I sat down and held my head between my knees.. I felt weak.. nothing felt good__the shower flowed on,and there under the showeri poured mugfuls of water down my hair…lukewarm tears flowed down..and even under the shower..i felt their presence,their flow,their warmth…. I closed the tapsand brushed my drenched hair with the wooly towel…. In the crispy,warm clothes and wet hair,I stepped out of the cold bathroom…. I felt giddy and rushed over and bent over the kitchen sink__my stomach churned,but nothing exploded out of my mouth..__the smell of bile that rose from the burps made me dizzy………….
I closed my eyes..wishing to crush my eyeballs____and pressed my temples against the wall… I pressed hard until,beneath my skin,the blood capillaries had burst open…… I clutched my feet,desiring to bang them away___i felt miserable
My veins seemed to be drugged,as I dragged my loathing body __to the bedroom… I pulled aside my bed cover and layon the bare bed,…..yes,I’m depressed………..
And all this afternoon,I’ve done so….
-swasTIKA
I dedicate this post to my friend,aamen…who introduced me to blogging….sure enough,she was only advertising for her own blog..but still,I can’t help but thank her.. :)
As the no of school days are gradually dwindling,I use one of my posts to thank her..without whom….jus like my previous poems,the poems in my blog too,would have been lost….blogging is my way of preserving my poems..previosly I have lost around 45 of my poems,when I knew not blogging…so thanks to blogging…n Aamen(a blogger n a school-friend)..
So,heres to her…a gift :) ; )
Counting the no. of songs you have memorized
Counting the no. of times we have hi-fived…
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Counting the no. of bridal dresses short-listed
Counting the no. of ways you’re god-gifted….
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Counting the no. of days I’ve known you well
Counting the no. of times,a lizard makes you yell
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Counting the no. of times,your spit-balls attack me
Counting the no. of you pestered me for “bumble-bee”
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Counting my brother as your possible life-partner
Counting the no. of times,you speak of Taylor Lautner
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Counting the no. of school-days left….
Here I wonder,how many times,has Aamen wept?
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Count..count…count…..countless,
By the way,whatz the last count of “randomness”!?
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“”madness in school”” soon to be a closed chapter
How will I do without you,here after!?
-swasTIKA
Bhashoman…..floating
Ami aj esechi
Tomake golpo shonate..
Shono go tumi amar golpo
Hobe mone betha olpo-sholpo..
Cholbe onek amar raj-kahini
Pothe pabe onek sukher bahini..
Legeche tomar hather kone,ektu kali
Chelebelai dhuye diyechilam hantur bali..
Chotobela theke tumi hoyecho onek boro
Ajke amar kothar majhe,kothai choro..
Haath-ti dhore,cholo shonge
Par kore jabo tomar bongo-te..
Dakche akash
Dakche batash
Aj hobena keu hotash..
Metechi hridoye
Mridu hawai..
Shondhhe-bela,amae notun sokha
Jaglo mone ojosro pakha..
Hariye jabar din
Ami bhangbo shokol rin..
Ajke amar cholar pothe
Chorbo amar ronger rothe..
Dhoya-ai ami mishe jabo
Onge tomar roye jabo..
Dakche akash
Dakche batash
Aj hobena keu hotash..
Bajche bashi
Haschi hashi..
Bajche amar haather taali
Nei go amar,hridoy khali..
Shobdo-choyon-e kothar khela
Chotur-dike mor kotha mela..
Oije moyur kore nacha-nachi
Shokol dukhhe ami shonge achi..
Notun diner,notun barta
Cholche amar jibon jatra..
Kotha kothai sesh holo?
Tumi je ghumiye porle go..
Amar golpo shone ke
Ajkeo tumi na shune
Ghumiye porle toh go…………
