running out of myself and entering a dream

time, many pieces of it

are stuck on our wall

some hanging by the dead clock
some dripping by the cold sun

some plastered to the old painting
some dried up in the flower vase...

a crowd of time around me !

why do you dream so much, you asked me

as you jolted me out of my dream; from this crowd of time

i do not realize that i dream so much

i offer a shallow apology

you reminded me of that rainy afternoon

when you were reading, i was watching the rain

suddenly i thought we were on a beach, and the moon seemed so real

i wanted to swim in the moonlit sea

you finally had to open the window, let the rain come in

before i agreed that we were at home, and it was raining

---that night you suffered a high temperature 

sometime i think it's this city, the streets here

they do something to me, they take me to unknown places

but you say, i do not put up enough fight to stay put here

as if i almost deliberately run away

i never run away deliberately...
 from you, this city, these streets
but sometime i do not exist, i do not live, i almost do not breathe
however much i search, i do not find myself
sometime i just run out of me
sometime i just run out of myself

at such times a shadow of mine remains lost in the darkness of our wall
like a long ago forgotten piece of time
hanging by the dead clock, dripping by the cold sun...

puhor'or poth'ot moi praiyei hoi poru swashrudho
ukhaah bur hoi jai suti suti, taakor
ondhokaar't moi hiya jurai humuniyah kaarhu

puhor'ot moi sokure moniboi nuwaru
soku saat maari dhore xomaj'r borborotai, apunar mur koluxotai, bedonai
andhaar'ot moi ko'la neela hridoyor logot koto je mel paatu

puhor'ort moi pothbhrosto -
baare baare bhul baat dhoru
andhaar goli bur mur bor sinaki
jeniye jao, baator xekh'ot nijok log pau

baaru
ondhokaar bulile ki buje apuni!
puhor'or onuposthiti,
solonamoyi aabeg buror ek daworiya bhumuki,
ne mon'or bhitor'or ek ogotanugotik khamkheyali?
ondhokaar bulile baru ki buje apuni?

apunar uttor'or protyakha't,
ajiloi xamorilu,
iti andhaar'or pujari

এটা মৃত্যুর ইচ্চা

উজাগরী রাতি 
প্রহরী মন 
আরু এটা মৃত্যুর অপেখ্যা 
এটা মৃত্যুর ইচ্চা 

আহিবা  মৃত্যু
তোমার ঠালে ঠেঙুলিয়ে বান্ধি দিম 
মোর সুখ-দুখর টোপোলা 
মোর শৈশব, যৌবন, আরু মোর ঠিকনা 
বিনিময়্ত 
মই ককালত বান্ধি লম 
তোমার অস্তিত্ব, তোমার আত্মিয়তা 

আজরি পরত আমি একেলগে বহি 
কফি খাম, সিগারেট খাম 
আরু হাজার আলোচনার শেষত এই সিধান্তত একমত হম 
যে মৃত্যুরো এটা আনন্দ আচে 

আন্ধার রাতি 
উখ ঘরর ক'লা ছায়ার আর লৈ লৈ 
মোক লগ ধরিব 
তুমি আহিবা মৃত্যু

alone

like sand -

slipping away between your fingers

people slip, life slip by

and we remain stranded alone

being alone is the new crowd

god

so many roads
and all lead to you.
yet,
so many lose their ways 

as they say,
those who believe will reach him
others will always lose their way

inbetween remembering and forgetting you
i spent the spring and the summer
when autumn came, i was ready for winter

opekhha

gutimali
oporajita
aru eta niyor xona godhuli
ajiu lukai thuwa aase perek'or sukot

ketiyaba maajrati
xokolu xui thoka xomoy'ot
ghoror saal'ot meli diu ihotok

junak'or puhor'ot amulmulai uthe gutimali oporajita
xemeki uthe niyor, xemeki uthe godhuli

laahe laahe
eta eta koi naami aahe saal'or pora
xaari paati roi thake poduli't

ajiu
dupor raati
xaari paati roi thake poduli't
tumar babe
- gutimali
- oporajita
- aru eta niyor xona godhuli

winter

trying to forget
and remembering more
this is the coming of the winter

eternity

the narrow lane
the street lights that casted more darkness than light
and us,
walking side by side
silent with each other, in deep conversations with ourselves
we knew
that was the coming of the winter 

and then
just before we parted
we held hands, just for a brief moment
sharing each other's warmth - that was a moment of eternity
and winter never touched us again