Those blue hills of the Scottish Highland

এই দুঃসময়ে কথা খুঁজে পাওয়া বেশ কঠিন। কিন্তু কথা ছাড়া আমাদের অস্তিত্ব-এর প্রমান রাখা সম্ভব হয় না। আমাদের কথাগুলোই আমাদের নিজের কাছে জানান দিয়ে যায় যে আমি জীবিত আছি শত বাধা পেরিয়েও। মতাদর্শের সঙ্কট, অস্তিত্বের সঙ্কট, সামাজিক সঙ্কট, ছোট বড়  আর্থসামাজিক বিপর্যয়, ও পেশাগত সঙ্কটের এমন জটিল গলাগলি দেখিনি আগে। একটি সমস্যার অবশ্যম্ভাবী সঙ্গী যেন আরেকটি। পালাবার পথ খুঁজে পাওয়া কঠিন। আন্তরিকভাবে পালাতেও ছাইনা এই লড়াই ছেড়ে কিন্তু লড়াইটাও ক্রমে কঠিন হয়ে উঠছে। বিশ্বাসে অটল থাকার চেষ্টা করি যে লড়াইটা কঠিন হলেও জয় আমাদেরই হবে। 

Oda

Pakhira chare ghor

ghor ke chare pakhi

onnokhaner ghor

hatchanite dake.

ekhane kono shunno basha nei

ekhane nei sthaner sonkulan

onno kothao ghor khunjtei jae

onno kothao sthaner sonkulaan.

onno kotha onno kothao nei

ei khanetei onno kotha godo.

ekta ghorer chinnota ke dhaki

arekta ghor ghorer moddhe gode.

It's been a strange time of infertility. Life itself appears so lifeless - yet so many occasions to celebrate LIFE. Life, a spectacle, often a show of things one doesn't believe in. How should anyone go on with it - with a mask that never leaves us, a face behind which one needs to hide. Face - a refuge. A refuge for the brave and a refuge for the coward and defeated. the face hides it all, agony, truth, cunning, peevish greed, conspiracy, betrayal and LOVE.

THE HUNTER

tick tack toe - going high, going low
with a bow and an arrow
with an eye keen to know
its prey.

prey doesn't know,
that a bow
that an arrow
will mow
the heart in hart
the prey is smart.

predator
no matter
whether or not
prey does rot
in a great tension.
predator's attention
pointed at a mention
of the smart prey.

When the sky is grey
come what may
hunter's prey
is the game.
none to blame
at all.

no story
happy or gory
Not to worry
fate jittery -
Prey lies.

shame shame!
None to blame
hunter's prey.
hunter's gay
trophy in trey
on display.

Do not hate
let's celebrate
the good fate
of our mate

at least
in gist
she leads to feast.

Good deeds

My ma said someone keeps a record of one's good deeds
My ma said these good deeds free one from bondage
My ma said I must do some good deeds

I believed my ma.

I found chains all around me
shackles all over me.
I was born with chains.
I was born with shackles.

I remembered my ma
I tried believing I lacked in good deeds.

I remember all the drops of tear from ma's eyes
every time she was beaten up.
I remember every drop of blood
black rings around her eyes
a broken finger in her left hand.

I asked her - had she not any good deed to her credit?
she kept mum.

I don't ask such questions anymore.
I try to believe i'm a body
a body that should give pleasure
that should bear child
but should not ache when beaten up black and blue
and definitely should not bleed.

this is our good deed
that is recorded -
that is applauded -
that is encouraged.

anything else is a bad deed
a cry loud
a protest aloud
an undesirable refusal to sex.

all good deeds are recorded
all bad deeds are recorded.

one must be punished for the bad deed.
good deeds are norms
no prize for good deeds.

I count my bad deeds.