poetry

ESTRANGEMENT AFFLICTED SCORCHED BAULINI



Spreading in a disorderly manner some locks of hair
Conglomerated with dust, rough and unkempt,
She sits afflicted in estrangement in this
Eastern coast.
It seems that, from dreamy edifice
Mira has come here in the disguise of a beggar.
Flings saree in the air, flies hair in the air
Each gust of wind is trying to blow her to some other World
With her body.
That air originating from the lower abdomen of the Sea
In primitive howl strikes
Her visage, unadorned breasts, Universe
(How dangerous and powerful that howling sound of oceanic wind!)
Scampering and running fast near her feet
That low water of the ocean.

The Bay of Bengal is seen as an ashen gray tape faraway.
In that Sea confluence
Tireless ships set anchor one by one
And see her in awesome amazement.
Thereafter, ravaging that dirty helpless beggar,
Lavishly tattering her, leave her like
A piece of duster, looking nowhere;
Nonplussed suddenly she bursts into
Crazy guffaw,
As if she has nothing to do except this.
As if relishing the saline taste of the Earth
And waiting impatiently for someone is her destiny.
For how many days she has been sitting in this dark coast
I don’t remember;
In the dead skull, bones-muscles-marrow
Its definite account may be gotten.
(Cowboys, stars may have known it)
But as far as she recalls:
She has been sitting here for some thousands of years;
Darkness of many nights flew in front of her eyes…
In darkness did one helpless Nawab
With his dearest Begum
Fled away through this path to some unknown destination?
With people’s fie did one defeated king run away
To some other country?
An undistinguished poet of a faraway village
In search of life has gone through this path
To a foreign Royal court?
Nature-lover one big heart did
Spread corporeal throne here?
Now everything she remembers very faintly;
Slowly darkness is descending in these eyes.
Growing old, smooth white wash of body is falling
With circumspection
She is now facing difficulties even in remembering
Very familiar incidents;
Still in indistinct fog from time to time she sees:
At mid-night one or two merchandise vessels arrive
Pack merchandise and weigh anchor to some other port
Off and on along with these leave
Love, conscience, patriotism or whole Homeland;
Accompanied by women, children, jute, sugar, prawn
Or additional rolls of Newsprint.
Above irregularly scattered vultures circle only
And intense howling of jet plane is heard
In the Universe, firmament.
Her body shrinks in terror.
Off and on armless sea wind
Monotonously howls in the shore like violin;
Unkempt she still wakes up sleepless with terror-stricken eyes
Waiting passes time
Passes day
Passes night.
Walking through this path, someone waving hands
Told her, ‘Don’t worry.
I’m going, on return I shall take you,
I shall make you free.’
Yet, none came still;
Only painful dreams in her eyes:
Someone must come.
Night deepens, at very dead of night
Lamentations return-
She feels emptiness as prison wall.
It seems someone is crying inside
It seems, crores of prisoners burst in intense howling;
Yet shivering she rotates her eyes towards port-people in
Expectation;
Crossing saline water her eyes
Drift faraway
She still sits in darkness
Afflicted in estrangement
In this East shore.

World’s worst heart - rending blood shed

Last night they collected syringes of blood from my corpus
Tying me to a solitary dark night’s dreadful stillness
They harangued, ‘Shut up. We’ll shoot, if you talk!’
At that moment, trembling the whole Universe, Earth and Firmament
A terrible lamentation, murmurings of the dead landed near my chest
I trembled.

My mother’s countenance floated before my eyes
My mother’s dishevelled caricature of her body
Beneath a solitary, companionless lamp, stooped in affliction.
In the door-sill indifferent at the strike of haphazard air
Lies my lovebird, my son, my only inheritance.
Thinking of these staffs inside my blood rouse
Wounded, ravaged, tiresome body’s unnatural infirmity
Of a defeated soldier.

Yet I must not stop
In front of me roar sky-shattering screams of crores of human beings
In front of me spreads unadulterated green paddy field
Beneath the widespread horizon
In front of me like ripe paddy
Spreads golden granary of relentless possibility
Tears fall from my eyes.
Many a days I could not play like a baby
In the impossible rain of great moon lit night;
My intimate love in thousand dreams failed to reach any destination
Like a romping and mischievous ball turning into a horse.
Only blood- red this life like a flowing river ran from
Scene to unseen during necessity.
Inside the chest roused blue affliction of the century
Roused thousands of stories of exploitation
Past heart penetrating anguishes of shackled life.

Instantaneously my relaxed hands
Grappling and grappling turned into a steel fist
In my trembling palm perspired one impossibly luminous
Chemical bulb of millennium-humiliated people.
Right now I shall throw my bulb
There is no exemption today.
Last night you collected syringes of blood from my body
Today is its revenge
In exchange of one drop of blood I shall torn asunder
Your lives one by one lashing by my dreams.

Inside my chest burns enkindled glaze of one unhesitating city
Inside my chest lives one green map of an equitable Earth
Now I can bring the whole Earth
To my own fist if I wish,
Only it is necessary to know the history of civilization of human being
From each historical blood drop.
From that drop of blood till future history
I want to flow my own drop of blood
I want to begin at this very moment for a bloodshed free world the
Worst heart- rending blood shed of the Earth.



Retrieval

Where had you been, where is your homeland, tell me,
Who are your kith and keen, which sound still
reverberates in your vast heart? In your father-forefather’s blood
resounds Brahmmodesh, River of North China
Flows through the undersurface of heart- I don’t understand
Whither Austrik or Dravidians- or may be
Resided side by side many a days?
Then why shattered, why fell dear garland, tell me,
Why then inside your chest you bore so much affliction,
Why then you didn’t stage protest inside the chest,
Why then you didn’t store gun - powder against tear inside Refrigerator?
Once came some Cavalrymen bringing desert with them,
They ravaged everything, moreover, they gifted
One hundred years blue darkness, you have become its bee,
Took flowing poison in your lips?

( 2 )

The solemn-ritual of horse sacrifice ended a long time ago.
Along with that arrangements have been made, began another
Solemn ritual of human sacrifice: fragrance of burnt cedar wood
Seems very pungent in nose, what do you say Sen - Maestro?
Following the principle of Labor and sweat,
Where heart was undivided,
Where inside the Earth lay thoroughly young one root of the tree,
Gradually division appeared there; out of envy appeared caste system.
Relishing grapefruit, raising naked wall inside own house, became its so Called proud king himself, divine offshoots stooped in shame.
From the beginning of this new sacrifice- riding on the horse,
Forgetting humanity, spitting, raising foggy dust
Sen-Maestro is marching towards eternity alone.
He brought faraway assailant Cavalrymen in the throne!

(3)

Who is fleeing in concealment like Nimai,
Is that Sen-Maestro, where are you going leaving
Such a kingdom, yes, to the history, to the dustbin, at last?
What was the necessity of this caste system in this country full of
Fishermen, contemptible partition of property- taking due prize of
Stupidity, like Siraz go alone then to the unknown.
Maestro, is this an easy task,
The relation that has its root in blood, exchange of vigor
Has taken place, took place regular marriage of blood -
Hearty or financial, to break that in order to perpetuate
One’s own position is a secret crime; fresh blood spurts
Inside the chest, fishermen or fishermen like Buddha’s battalion
When with aggrieved heart and stooping head
Whom they call to the throne, Alas! He comes and strikes
Artists’ dream-forest!

(4)

At the strike of horses’ hooves stains reign on the Earth, yet better,
Let it be, Get ready, Cavalry men, take all warm hands in hand;
Get delivered from mental incarceration, tell once:
From today there is no aloofness, in artists-dream-forest will bloom
Thousands of flowers, bees will fly in the air, remember,
To mitigate inexorable demands, you are to surrender beneath
The shadow with equal love from the soil.
Then Cavalrymen, why forgetting everything you’re ravaging
House of religion, why you’re leaving bleeding Abbott behind?
Ravaging kingdom, wasting self energy, raising
Worn out dust, even in forests
Kindling flames of fire ravaging intrinsic dreams!
Alas! Cavalrymen,
The banishment that you prescribed in your own hands for the sin, you yourself chose that path of depravation?


Beneath whetted knife

In the slaughter house corpse of a helpless animal is hanging
Cold blood is flowing like fountain -
Clotted like ice;
It is looking round the world
In its doleful eyes float speechless unspoken question,
As if on touch its body will emit
Living’s natural temperature;
As if electricity will be emitted from its eyes.


Had it had any complaints against anybody,
Or against its own birth; its heart-rending shout
Is stuck up at the pressure of adjoining teeth?
Off and on at the cry of the helpless animal
Accustomed hands of the butcher stop
His regular victory stops
At mid-port
From nonporous heart of the butcher
Emanates chunk of light
Which he cannot ignore, in no way.
He also sees, in the depth of the two eyes of the animal
Lay very compact darkness.
And beneath the whetted knife lay bisected
His tender child’s unctuous figure.

Wall

A wall of thousand years. Algae grew over it,
Its body is worn out, skin loosened, crack appeared
Hither and thither, creepers heaped like an anthill;
Covered its whole body from head to foot.
Yet it stands stooped with insolence,
Its foundation inside the earth is still very strong;
For thousands of years it stands in the middle of an
Opposing society like a sharp scimitar, exactly straightly.
On one side exists plain and simple life of these people smeared with mud;
On the other side in the faraway dreamy island live
Banished some detached human beings.

The wall was raised by some forgotten kings.
Kori and lotus were taken by them as was necessary.
Some of them became sea-men; some outcaste
Got doormat in their doors.
Those who were protestors, did not give due share of their wealth at
King’s command, on one side of the wall
Still they are there- water-untouchable animals.
Thus passed thousands of years, side by side.

The wall is very high, yet on both sides is heard
Each other’s cry. On this side is heard scandalous stories of
That side, on that side also songs of failure of this side.
People of that side are very proud, so they
Are heedless to this side’s cry- as if hatred to the
Leftovers, as if social and legal rights belong to them only.
Before this century, off and on one or two engrossed ascetics
Came and raising hands, laying heads, spreading hearts, and striking
By pickaxe and crowbar created cracks in the vile wall;
Still we need some engrossed persons;
Someone suddenly shout here and there, someone in a very loud voice
Calls for crossing the wall by climbing ladder in darkness.
In a totally estranged island mighty encouragement is given
To exchange blood in serial successions- as if everything
Will be normalized thus, very easily will disappear heavy
Mountain – wall like obstacle;
Yet, some human beings full of blood and flesh know:
The high wall that maintains difference for thousands of years
Will not yield to erosion.
Only one way is left. It should be broken piece by piece
From its intolerable foundation, it should be uprooted from its very existence;
Not in separate vessels, like stale rice and salt kept in earthen plate,
All blind men should be transformed into similar appearances.

Resurrection

Till birth I lodged myself thus in the mortuary.
Shaded leaves, dreamy rocks abound all around;
As if, solitary Baul with shadow surrounded offerings - closed
Sleepless his two eyes. Thus pain accumulates,
Thus gather afflictions- and from primitive source
Intense dark penetrating seed of desire grew a civilization
Surrounded by dust, mud, intensely engrossed sand-bed.
Creeping mind-creeper thus it made its appearance,
Thus developed its cultivation, crushing small clods of earth,
Its growing crops, encounter with venomous snakes.
Thus walking along, from the shade of smoke like nascent fog
Rushing of fireflies, slowly, very slowly
Touching play of sea, smudging in ocean’s extension.
Yet, I lodged myself in the mortuary till birth
When shall I go to homo-sapiens from this cruel darkness.

(2)

Aryan or Non-Aryan, there is no need to know it today.
We had been engaged in cultivation, we will grow paddy in the fields;
If we’re men of soil and men of field, then we’ll
Go back to that old light smudged with wood and soil.
There is no loss in it, there is no hatred in it as
You people count those days, as you sow seeds,
Bloom embroidery in needles and threads- of perpetual life and
Perpetual love, necessity gives it unadulterated long unkempt hair,
Slow irrigation, open silvery air.
You or I or someone else thus
Rouse everyday in the hands of Janaki tying ourselves in the plough
No identity, whether Aryan or Non-Aryan, is necessary. In the
Right of inheritance of our forefathers dedicated to cultivation
We sow seeds of life in the field- new life shivers at it.

(3)

Those days are gone, indifferent leaves are shed.
Lamentation provoking memoirs, deity’s dormant whip in kempt hair,
Its merciless stroke, fled away long -term lamentation of village girls?
Or drifting in mighty stream crossing distant path-line, or passing pain-scorched days of one lad bound by one wall’s birthright?

Who ties thread in legs years after years
Touching dense window of prison in the unadulterated sky’s leaf
Rises shadow of that boy’s affliction smudged with surreptitious sandal paste- red rose, yet nobody understands his language never ever, only
Thirty- three words of the dungeon touched long-longer openness of the inflamed wound;
Touched inherent scorched vanity surrounded by sanctified holy place-
Suppressed beneath arrogant paw- roused never.

Magic

You’re showing an extraordinary game.
All around you’re sitting foolish spectators
They’re enjoying it very much.
For many a days they have not seen such a game,
This type of amazing magic.
You compelled some human beings to stand side by side
And darkened the whole gallery
And the moment tra-tra-tra-tra sounds were emanated from
Your mouth, light shone
And assembled spectators saw:
In front of them lay some bleeding human bodies
Amongst them are young men and women, elderly people and children
All are there.
And you yourself sat down reclining
In a well decorated chair.
Thereafter, many a times you wanted to
Perform this magic – it didn’t happen.
Raising your hands to the assembled spectators,
You declared: ‘ Dear viewers, you will be able to see
This game again, but no more today.’

Now you’re blowing pain and failure
In one pooh like light cotton,
Bringing an unprecedented Dhanwantari to relieve
From all maladies!
In accordance with your liking you’re encaging birds
And again bringing them out-
Of course, sometimes hood winking the viewers off and on
You’re vanishing someone -
Who will never return from there.
In between you’re exhibiting such caricature
Which viewers of this place have never seen before.
Most mysterious game you have exhibited at midnight;
Besides the most characteristic feature of this game is
You have shown it without any concealment.
In your fist you grasped
A colossal stretched out paddy field.
And following aisle of that paddy field
An impossibly fast running magical deer is rushing
And you’re willing to rush everybody behind it
Yet, failing to cope with the fast speed of that illusive deer
Everybody fell down on his face in the midst of that aisle.
And you’re shouting: ‘ Look here, here is an exquisitely
Beautiful deer-
You can fetch it if you run a bit faster
You’ll be nonplussed at its dazzling beauty and fell
Prostrated like a stooping denizen.’
And truly, truly, in accordance with your speech,
Assembled viewers, how easily, like automatic dolls
Prostrated near the legs of that magical deer!
Only one of your games now infatuated
All viewers of the gallery-
Only those who’re standing outside, except them
None else are able to unveil its mystery.
Of course it’s true, many more than the number
Of viewers in the gallery revealed
The mystery of this magic;
In no way you can deceive them now.
Still, I cannot but praise this
Dexterous magic.
Besides, every moment
You delivered such anecdotes that,
Assembled viewers burst with guffaw

You’re making fun, punning, viewers are laughing
And they’re behaving like
True buffoons
Now your magic and fun jointly, mutually
Created a new magic.
Perhaps here lies your achievement.

Killer

Everywhere in the air and gunpowder, as if he is conglomerated
Piercing clusters of cloud, shutting all doors of sense organs
Each moment, shattering human-idol – as if in dense darkness
He walks with an invisible knife
Without hesitation and conflict. Each human being looks
Round him, he looks like a man with all sense organs of a human being
Yet he is an unknown person inside human beings.
Opening all doors for him human lords are sitting in
Blood -soiled thrones, some of them receive him warmly
With full dignity, from Airport to state house. Overtly or
Covertly he is bestowed with highest honor- desired
Dignity of celebrated guest.
He never looses anything even when the regime is changed.
He is needed by many – so, following time and opportunity
Fixing date and time he returns secretly from Mandai
Stopping over Imphal, stays a long day- Pahlovi or Khalkhali
Take him to Iranian society, thus wandering many paths in an instant
He traverses many countries of the world in an invisible aeroplane-
They call him gesticulating, some of them call him
Very intimately and place him in his Royal Gynaecium
With queen and his concubines.
Even totally against the third stream- in United Nations
A permanent throne is reserved for him.
He has no choice - only in definite time removing all
Attire, jumps over his assignment totally naked. When
Neruda’s funeral is done, he comes back indifferent
With numerous chopped heads of Neruda like naked Kali.
Thus crossing Charzapada- Padavali-Illiad-Odyssee
Now he is sitting, how amazing, in Golpoguchha- stretched
Faraway Ocean, rubbing unsheathed sharp sword in
Sharp sands – suppressed whining sound in air- mysterious
Unknown humming, on the other shore in some alien ship
Sets anchor raising insolent flag for restless time,
And in it very secretly raising dense fog clad canopy
He is also waiting for opportunity in the Bay of Bengal.
He is not Doshanon – yet he can stay in many countries
Simultaneously very ingeniously- so powerful is he;
People see his naked game in different countries for a long
Time – looks over with frightened eyes;
Getting surprised they see: in the shade in secret table
Respectable lords are gorging delicious soup of blood.

You

Once standing on the platform of a railway station
I saw you in the window of a train
Woolen cloth over body, light colored sunglass in eyes
Your ocean like deep sight –
May be towards me…
It seemed, you’re calling me.
My eyes were fixed in the window, all humming of the world
Suddenly became desolate forests of Africa;
All men were speechless in boundless stupefaction
Guard’s whistle will blow here no more
No ticket will be sold from platform counters any more
Passengers will go back home with their luggage:
Only one train standing on the rail line in front of my eyes
Will wait perpetually for me;
From all rooms of the train
Everybody will come down one by one here and there
And I, like a king, who conquered the world will press hard
My starved lips over your lukewarm lips;
We shall hug each other like a magnet.
Darkness will descend all around
Exhausted the whole world will sleep
But we shall go on pressing our embraced lips
Till our youth ends.
Yet, riding numerous wheels of steel
You left for faraway, how effortless,
Trampling my only hope
Then why did you respond that way, that day

Failure

Remember: once you came to this room
You had deep sight in your two eyes
Had some additional expectations
I failed to understand anything of it
So, I could not advance even one step towards you
The more you came closer
The more you offered right
The more you did go away from my eyes.

In overwhelmed darkness when I
Opened my eyes in utter eagerness to listen to your breath
Then I saw the house empty, you were nowhere.
Now at the age of thirty- two when I achieved all nature of fisherman
When I’m removing one by one
Worn out leaves of my house
Then you in the tumultuous net of domestic life
May be has become an extremely solicitous bleeding Hilsa fish.

Why I could not be so desperate like you that day!

Snake

For two hundred years a poisonous snake has been crawling
In my door, raising it’s expanded hood like a lotus petal.
From its mouth emerges dangerous and poisonous hiss
More sinister than a jet plane -
Saliva drools from it’s mouth, lolling tongue is touching my door-sill, doors, window-panes once per every second;
At any moment it will gorge me like a little infant.
For two hundred years I’m in captivity in this dark room
I cannot come out, breathing stops
And a chilling sensation always surrounds me.
How many times the snake changed it’s molting in front of my house.
How many times oozed out poison like an accursed python in the floor
Flexing its neck observed everything all around
But under no circumstances stepped back from the front of my door.
And assembled some viewers, seeing this scenario,
Applauded out of fun and returned to their home.
Many of them saluted the snake like an honorable guest
Someone said: ‘Lord, for the last two hundred years
You have been lying in front of that small, brief door-
Enter inside, if necessary,
We are standing behind you
Only keep your gracious eyes on us.’
What a surprise, the snake also understood their language
Slowly nodding its head, made a gesture and
They left with smiling face.
Of course from distance someone burst into lamentation
Someone like cunning politicians raising their hands in emptiness
Shouted, ‘Brothers, we cannot be silent spectators in this regard.’
At that sound when the snake raised its head and cast its glance to
Them with anger,
Their raised hands came down,
Head stooped down to the leg
I remained captive as earlier.
I know not, for how many days
I shall have to remain in captivity
For how many days I shall have to pass time
With such sleep less nightmares?
Will not anyone come to my
Rescue any day with a simple weapon?


Time

A bird in one corner of a desolate Balcony,
Oblivion in its eyes,
Beside one slice of sunlight, lay like a stooped beggar.
Tree leaves are motionless
One chunk of depressed shadow surrounds whole root like dense leaves
There is no pulsation in any of them.
In this stainless world
Sound of a fast falling leaf is heard.


Gypsy

You only get back grass of deceitfulness in this ground
I get back hostile air, cloud in abysmal sky;
This soil sent me back, gave you hatred
We two are floating buds, moss-laden love.
Till today we two are standing on two sides of this river, that river
On that shore stands an indifferent bird in shackles
On this shore I wander about singing like a Baul with a monochord in hand.
You’re Baulini, I’m Baul, survive hugging tree
Off and on comes in this dilapidated house call of unknown- river
Thus we two drift following current
Is this they call love tryst, where are we going?
You and I will drift perpetually
Like eternal refugee, ravage house of memoir perpetually
Will then survive sounds of shadow-wall in heart,
You’re Baulini, I’m Baul, where are we rushing ?

Love

Deposited heart in reserve bank
As often as you come with cheque- book
As often as forgiveness of wrong signature
Cause me to err, remember your love.


Legitimate war

This war is legitimate war, everyone get ready.
As soon as this order is declared, not in dreams
But in the would be constructed self - world
Begins preparation for war- everyone understands
Dream without art means detestable defeat without war,
Incarceration in rapacious shackles, perpetual hell.
So children-elderly- young, even village house wives
Are not agreed to waste time for nothing;
But they like sleepless birds with their
Careful two eyes, sit in their own bunkers.
Even a single foot does not remain unprotected
Opening all inside doors and windows
Everybody takes position following guerilla’s own strategy
In search of opportunity - as if Deer-hunters. Careful,
Careful signals in each street’s turn indicate rightly
Enemy’s impervious watch - post, movement, flawless target.
Preparation-parade begins in areas of consciousness;
In between irresistible all arts sit over shoulders- Rifle
Light machine gun.
Aiming infallible target continues Akolobya-endeavor,
In oath-strong muscles blooms defeat resisting art’s new promise.
Thus when right time approaches, following time’s own turn
Flower blooms in each offshoot of trees
Black and white birds fly penetrating target;
Cultivating fields also become war zones.
After many years with arms and ammunitions in their hands,
Crossing mountain one day people come to the art city
With drowsy eyes they look round the Earth;
Then in the Sky sinks rapidly one starry night.
Thereafter, inside buds colored with consciousness
Rouse a beautiful idol like dream and truth.

In some midnight

Off and on we meet numerous stars of sky;
In one specific time opening all doors and windows of sky
One by one they descend to the stretched out frontiers of air
Small – medium - large sized numerous stars.
Some of them possess magnanimous heart like trees
Some of the stars’ offshoot dazzles and spread throughout the sky;
Someone cries, someone wallows smiling,
Someone’s offshoot stoops in grief, shed leaves of humanity;
Some of the stars are revengeful;
But as a nation still they are very sympathetic, docile and philanthropic
Exposing its body in silvery fire and showing path to others is their pleasure.
They are present overtly, present covertly
In the depth of daylight they sink like a new bride, bashful and stooped.
Their love for poetry is modest and not comparable;
Description of their beauty of eyes, visage, nose are indescribable
They love clouds, coolness and calm of moving cloud,
They are appreciative, submerged alone, afflicted in pain;
They are engrossed in love and friendship.
Embracing stars are engrossed in promenading sky.
Stars in the wilderness of sky cultivated numerous flowers
Constructed inexhaustible granary of crops like united lamb grazers
Hiding in the shade of cloud turned into Meghnad
Covered their frenzied body by dazzling ornaments of numerous diamonds
Constructed affliction inside themselves for survival
All manuscripts of poet they tied with Trees, Birds, Ocean, Mountain
And raft of moving clouds.
The song that are written, the poetry that we read
The language where we listen humming of fountain
All these are numerous fountains of clusters of poetry
That flooded from that starry world.
That is why we become indifferent looking
Round the million line of spectrum.
Stars make us indifferent
We like to live very much
Seeing to reap all over tattered crops of desire
We look at stars with thirst.
Those silent stars of midnight let us live.
The joy and thirst that live in life
We get all of that in the silvery ocean of thirsts;
We love stars, stars also love us-
As woman loves her lover
Offers him happiness, offers love
With deep affliction gives him nursing water
Stars also like that give us river.
So traveling earth of stars
In one midnight effortlessly
We traverse our one life.

Dedication

We started our mission in search of light.
Where is light?
Crossing river-ocean-mountain, overcoming
Sky-bluishness
We came closer to some silent ascetics
Symbol of truth and beauty;
As soon as we touched them by hand,
Consecrated, they opened their eyes and looked-
Instantaneously we asked, ‘O truth, give us light.’
Hearing our words they closed their eyes.
And a dense shadow of something fell over their sacred look
From inside that dense veil exposing a portion of their visage
Some one of them uttered, ‘Charaibeti, Charaibeti’ (Walk with me, walk with me.’)
Turning our face we continued to advance.
Distant oceanic winds came along the path
And chilled our body.
We stood near a sanctified holy non - violent man,
Asked, ‘O non-violent, give us light.’
Listening our piercing words, that great man
Turned into a reticent rock forever.
With failed intention we returned speechless.
This time we came to
That blood - tired, beautiful and brave son of virgin mother,
Asked, ‘O beautiful, give us light.’
We need not say anything more;
Instantaneously darkness descended
And his head stooped slightly and hanged near the foot;
Stooped visage of that holy beautiful
Made us a bit perplexed.
Without waiting for a moment
We came to that surprising-human,
Who united crores of people of the whole world
In illusive air.
We told him, ‘O amazement, give us light.’
He also kept silence.
Only a doleful sigh of lamentation
Came from behind.

Our body got exhausted from way weariness.
For how many eras, how many eons, how many light years
We have been loitering from this side to that side
Of the solar Earth, and failing to
Discover light came to a wretched indifferent
And egocentric man.
We do not know why, why it seemed that
In this body drenched with shame of failure, and in our stooped back
This indifferent man only can rejuvenate life.
We stood in front of him,
Looking at him it seemed, as if
He was known to us for a long time.
As soon as we came to him
Dazzling light traversed our body.
With folded hands we uttered, ‘O great, give us light.’
He opened his eyes but said nothing.
Looking at his eyes
We trembled in excitement.
In front of our eyes the whole world started oscillating
The whole of past present and future
Stunned and stopped in front of a border-line.
We embraced him in joy,
But where is he?
We failed to understand anything.
Opening our eyes we saw an endless path is
Widening towards the front…
And in that path presence of light is so intense and pungent
That it’s rays’ odor stroke our nose,
Slowly we advanced along that path.
Right at that moment from behind
We heard a sharp gruff voice, ‘Stop.’
Surprised, looking back we saw
That great man.
In all of his visage reigned luminous light radiation.
Without uttering a word we continued to look at his face
He said, ‘From this place start your journey again,
The path of light is very long and uneven. Loitering in the maze
You got tired and became depressed. You will never
Get your desired prize thus.’
Groaning emerged from our voice, ‘Then you tell us
What should we do?’
He stood motionless and firm this time.
His visage turned impossibly grave
His very bright eyelids closed
He did not talk for a long time
We became frightened,
Was he hurt by any of our languages?
He opened his eyes before we guessed anything.
Very politely said, ‘You’ve come in search of light.
It’s a very difficult job, can you accomplish it?’
In one voice we cried, ‘O great, we shall.’
‘In that case, you kill me.’
‘What!’ we groaned.
That great man in a grave voice said, ‘ Some one
Must be sacrificed for that beautiful.’
We said, ‘Is there none else?’
‘May be, you’ve traversed a long way, did you get it?’
We stooped our head without saying anything.
He smiled.
What contained that smile, grudge, hatred, or pain
Nothing could be understood.
He said, ‘No truth is fulfilled without blood. You came to me,
Take me.’
‘That we can’t.’
‘You must,’ he said rigidly
And presented a sharp dazzling knife to our hand.
We shuddered in fear.
Weight of our body getting lighter continued to float in air
We shouted, ‘No.’
That great man burst into roaring laughter
And plunged that sharp knife into his own chest.
Frightened, we closed our eyes.
Opening our eyes we saw
Millions of crows of the world are holding festival
Surrounding that sacred body.
We sat beside the foot of that Sanctimonious man,
Wallowing on his blood,
Touching his face with hands, we rapidly
Rebounded.
Our body became paralyzed,
Our eyes blurred
Before becoming fully deaf
We groaned, ‘We’re responsible for this death.’
Instantaneously someone roared into our ears:
‘ Why you killed the poet?’
We became unconscious at that roar.
When we regained consciousness
That shattered sound reverberated in our ears
Only, ‘Someone must sacrifice
For that beautiful, someone..’


Deer

Light steps of Deer float
In the dense air of the frontier
Fast going Deer wanders with circumspection
In darkness their pupils dazzle
In great emotions of surfeiting expectation
At last at the call of Doe
Pacified groups of Deer
Sleep keeping their heads on the deep breasts of grass.
.

Mistake

Empty white field wets in moonlight
Whosoever groans in a doleful voice in frightened Air
Someone oscillates head effortlessly in yonder;
Deep breath of widow floats in terminal moonlight.

Memory afflicted night

Our journey started in the overwhelmed evening of Autumn
We were rushing at the pull of stretched out horizon in front.
I did not have any definite destination,
Stifled at the heavy air of the barricaded city
I set out for the unknown.
The river took me to its chest,
Looking at the emptiness in front
I’m taking pure air of the river
Inside the chest.
I know, this journey of mine is just for coming back only.
My nostalgia, my mortification of daily life,
Metaphysical longing for joy in darkness
Will return me to this kith and kinless city.
Yet this freedom of squeezed time,
This joy of vanquished is
Drifting me towards faraway.

Some of us are sitting engrossed on the deck of
The moving ship.
Thought through conversation
Our time will be exhausted like tide;
Crossing the universe we shall rush to another planet
At certain point of time;
But indifferent endless air in front
Silent songs of constellations of midnight
Made us such dumb and nonplussed that
We forgot even to look at
Each other’s face.
Only off and on fire of one or two cigarettes
Like vigilant plane of black out night
Floated like cautionary signal.
Soil of both shores began to scorch in the
White moonlight of midnight
Green forests of distant villages appeared to be
Self conceited attachment of organized forests;
Started drifting each tree, its long and clustering hair,
Dead palm trees began to get wet like mast of a ship.
Mysterious light kindled from family house.
During this period drops of dew descended from
Corpus of sky-
It seemed, at the first pain of some ladylove
Oozed out drops of tears from her eyes;
On wave less water of river stationary and
Unwavering moonlight oozed out.
I remember that small village of Jamuna shore,
Where I passed many wavy days of childhood;
Creating last graveyard of my nonplussed love
I had to come to this
Seized city.
I do not know whether that calm unctuous beautiful
Village remains as before or not
I do not know whether that wavy life,
Living faraway from the attack of civilization,
Black and white lives of those normal people
Remain as before or not!
May be I will never see these
May be never I will stroll there
Yet the seed that I sow
In that soil, some day
I want it to be more sprouted,
Penetrating sky let it spread more into the
Fathomless sky.
Today beneath this endless sky
Standing on the floating ship’s deck
I remember that marvelous girl
Named Biva very much,
Whose tearful two eyes
Kept me captivating
Towards an unknown mystery of life;
In a small room of an old house
Studded with fragrance of moss of many centuries,
Beneath the chiaroscuro of Earthen lamp
Getting an unprecedented fragrance of her chest
Once I fled away like a coward in fear.
That sharp affliction of failure still
Rings like torn strings of violin in my chest.
I forget - here, many other people are here
On this deck.
May be, they also have afflictions and failure in their lives,
If not, then why they are so silent
Why everybody is drowned in the sea of grief.
In fact, this is the time
This midnight
This mysterious moonlight
This wave less music of silent river
Take all of us to the past.
If not, where is our time?
There, where do we live,
We do not have any memoirs
There we do not have any music in our life
We do not have any flower in our garden.
We forget that such a beautiful moon rises in the sky
Moonlight afflicts human beings that much,
Life is so beautiful!

Thinking all these
Moon of the midnight descends further west
Sitting men on the deck
Oscillate in oblivion.
And I, bringing a warm handkerchief from
Inside the chest, let it fly in the arrogant air.
Oscillating, the handkerchief floats like a feather
Inside drowsiness
Two drops of incessant tears descend through my eyes.

Success of poet

‘None is responsible for my death’ –
This sentence was written by some poet;
Why written?
None understood it, none put a drop of
Water into his mouth;
Death itself pulled him more,
Inside more death,
The poet became successful for the first time inside death.

At the sound of feather drop

Amazingly black feathers are falling off in the Earth’s breast.
In Autumn as shed leaves fall like kites without string
On the path and horizon
From the body of dangerous winged birds are
Falling off numerous feathers like that.
Tempest begins in the whole world
Decrepit birds sitting in the shade of trees, in the
Gap of leaves are trembling violently
And with each tremor there is rapid and profuse
Falling of feathers
How foolish and helpless they look.

Yet when no such tempest was on the Earth
In the sky black cloud’s swollen look was not so turbulent
In air stifling gunpowder
So much mighty love did not overflow
Then spreading wings in open sky
From West, North and South Earth
In the impatient moonlight of Eastern world
They flew without fear.
Off and on striking by wings they themselves broke green offshoots
Insects and helpless guinea pigs groaned at the sound
Of breaking;
Still mighty jubilation of that erosion has not ended.
In chilled night in some dark rooms of the Earth
Black feather is being rubbed
In the damaged feathers at the sudden attack in paths
And horizon, again polish of
Hatred is given
Throughout the sky their cruel feathers
Preparation of dangerous black extension is getting ready.
Where there is no cloud in the sky
Where there is no smell of stifling gunpowder
Where in the crops’ frontier dreamy fountain
Of golden paddy is showering
Where life is being fulfilled at the fragrance
Of soil soaked with rain,
There winged birds of black feathers are
Ravaging everything flying.
In the lean and thin body of helpless insects
There is no strength
Incapable, stooped helpless creatures drool saliva and shed blood
Beneath black feathers;
There is no language in motionless tongue
Colorless groaning in widened eyes.

This time before the last cry they clasped
Wings of black feathers
Hundreds, millions, crores of guinea pigs are
Uprooting black feathers!


Once in dark night waiting for opportunity
Those black winged birds
That entered into this doleful frontier of Eastern world
Their wings now face blow of tempest,

Decrepit like wet crows, shuddering at shed feathers
In the shade of trees, in between leaves
In a failed attempt to defend by making defense- circle
To seize feathers of those despicable birds
Guinea pig’s party has become active.
At the sound of feather drop lean and thin birds of the world
Started raising their hands bit by bit.