Opekkha

Boyos holo Kuri paar,
Tobu Ekla e rajdorbar,
Singhoduar e ekaki amar chaaya opekkharoto jobe,
Santo chokhe,snighdo rup e,Asbe se kobe?

Utaal hobe dildoriya,praner tufan khelbe,
Amar akasher Anginay kobe se pori dana melbe?
Aste taake bole dio,neiko kono daabi,
Hridoy e Aaj taala mara,Taar haatei chaabi!



NB:This was a sms which i sent to a frnd.Hothat mone holo,tai uploaded!

Protyuttwor

Class e anmona bose chilam.
Samne bose thaka ekta meye ekta chera patay likhe dilo,
"kobi kobi bhaab,chhonder obhab"
Protyuttwor e ami likhlam sei kagoje,

"Amar Kobita amar beche thakar spondon
Khudarto prem er chote hridkaragarer krondon,
Byartho aahutir pure jawa chhhai,
Chondo haraleo Tai Kobi hoye jai"

Harano lekha

Tuktak hothat hothat
Majhe majhe
Kobita likhe choli..

Kokhno sms e,
Kokhno kothar bhaje,
kobita aure choli..

Koto Kobita lekha hoyna ar,
Harie jay huthat kore,
ke jane majhe moddhe tara hoyto
Amar opor obhimaan o kore..

Amr Harano lekha gulo aj o asa kre,
Prapyo somman bujhi tader keu dilo,
Thai na peye delt hoye giye ble,
Mone rekho Ankan bole keu ekdn cHilo...

E-R-KI(trailer)

This is the trailer of a film whose script,dialgues,screenplay,story n direction are done by me!!

Khamkheyali

Amar Jibon namok jhalmurite Ohonkar chanachur,
Rukhe darano byasto somoye,Stobdhotar Bhangchur.
Ulte dekho paltaini ajo,ja chilam,tai achi,
Oxygen sesh,CO2 theke C ta kete tai bachi..


NB: d shortest post,i have ever made!!

PORA KOPAL

Tumi porte ashte,ami poratam,
Onno Sob Chintadhara,bohu dur e soratam.
Englisher professor hoye tomay porate giye romeo-juliet,
Bhablam ke jane ki ache in my fate!

Seshe ekdin niye moner jor,
Bollam Tomay,"Yeh Dil Maange mOre".
Tokhnkar moto tumi chole gele,
Amar Moner anginay dana mele!

Rate pelam tomar sms,jate chilo lipiboddho,
Khub e choto,Tobu Tatporjopurno,2 line r podyo.
tate lekha,"Prem Holo ekti suto
Jate Duti mon thake badha,
Sei premer tumi krishna,
Ar ami tomar radha"

Tarpor anonde kat te laglo din
Jibon Hoye uthlo Sompurno rongin.
Tomar songe amar melamesa,
Hoye uthlo ek nachorbanda nesha.

Sei neshate Mete Uthlo Jibon,
Tarpor elo sei sondhikhon,
Gelam kotha bolte tomar babar kache,
Sediner Smriti ajo tatka mone ache,
Tomar Bicharok Baba Dilen Ray,
E masher moddhe Biye Howa chai.

Er e moddhe elo osombhob kasi,
Ami uthe bollam,Doctor dekhiye ashi.
Doctor kore Amar bibhinno test,
Bollo Amay nite sompurno bedrest.
Kichudin por report elo,Doctor bollo 'CANCER,
Bujhlam amar somoy sesh karon 'Cancer Has no Answer.

Ek soptaho por tumi korle Obhijog,
Jante chaile keno rakhini Jogajog,
Medical report dekhe Tomar kanna,
Parini dekhte,kichutei na.

Tai ghor chere Beriye gelam chole,
Asroy Nilam graam e pishimar kole,
Ek mash por jokhn firlam bari,
Dekhi Baire dariye ekta sada gari,
Doctor jibh kete egiye ashche,
Purono Chakor ta anonder hasi haasche.

Doctor bollo,"Apni Sustho,Report e Chilo Gafiloti"
Ohe doctor tumi ki jano je amar ki hoche khoti!!
Bhablam ghor e dhukei tomay korbo telephone,
Taholei fer ek sutre badha porbo dujon.

opore giye dekhi,dorjar khiler fake atkano ek chithi,
Tomar biye asche robbar,ami tate kebol otithi.
Tala na khule Baire Dariye kore roilam matha het
Bujhlam,"love In Life IS not in my fate"



NB: This poem was written when i was in class 7.Onekdin baade pelam diaryta!! songe songei blog e!!

A trip down memory lane....

The middle class Sarkar family of kolkata of west bengal jumped in joy when they had their first male representative of the youngest generation on 24th day of april 1990.14 days later this guy was named ankan.
Unlike the mischievous juniors of today,I was quite different.Mom never had a trouble with me in case of food..The traditions of luving biriyani,kababs,polao,mutton blah blah started from when i started liking cerelac.Ofcourse,I had to love food,being the most heavyweight child of Matri Sadan-where i was born.I guess those days were the most precious ones and most easy too.We didnt had to worry about the differential calculus,organic chemistry or the philospohical agenda dat worried life..
In the year 92-the masti life of the 2 yr old vanished,cause it was the time to memorise ABCD,1234...and cramming it up vomit it in front of neighbours just too boost the superiority complex of parents.I guess,that was the duty of every child,irrespective of their choice to do so.
From my early child hood,sleeping and eating was the only thing i loved to do & wanted to do.So waking up @ 6am just to go to Khelaghar(a play cum educational institute for kids under 3) just to ride toy bikes or learn a-apple,b-bat wasnt my cup of tea.Yet my parents tried their heart n soul to wake me up from sleep.Sometimes,I wondered,Given a chance,whether i could beat Kumbhakarna.After repeated attempts,my parents suceeded in sending me out of home just to recieve Backgears in front of Khelaghar.Backgears meant running around backward towards home.But unfortunately,i wasnt as strong as khali to overpower my dad,neither as sharp as Vishwanathan anand to procure new moves.Owing to my incapabilities in both,i ended up sitting in that yellow coloured room which had animal's,object's picture all over the wall which asscociated with the alphabets.
"your Child is very shy and introvert,he lives in a own world of his,doesnt play with the bikes like others and neither does he mix with the other toddlers." - This used to be my teachers complaint to my parents,whenever they came to pick me up at the end of the day.This Would sound such same and monotonous that i wondered why did'nt they use tape recorders for that and use casettes instead of retelling verbally on every ocassion.Days passed by,months flipped over,but nothing changed.From my sleeping to my backgears to the same words of complaint.But finally it was time to bid farewell to the yellow walls cuase its was tym for me to join school.Even on my last days the teachers gave me so weird looks that provoked me to think whether they thought me to be an alien.
but today i miss dose yellow walls.yes miss it,sometimes very badly,coz dose yellow walls gave me solitude,gave me my space,gave me time,gave me life much different from dese days Robotic life..