true colour

one by one you throw your colours at me
one by one i wash them away
by the time the game is over
we both stand shamelessly colourless

sometime

sometime
the river of my grief is too deep
and this city too small to hold it all
then the skyscrappers drown in ivory tears
while i drift aimlessly in my silver bathtub

fawkes

my heart had to be broken precisely this way
before the soul could seep through the cracks again
like the night has to give itself away at the perfect hour
before the sun can claim it again 

till then the stars silently mourn the brave heart
while the pale moon gets ready to die

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ebhaag dukh
ebhaag mrito xondhiya
aaru ebhaag kola suli're
kotkotiya koi bandhi thuwa mur dighol beni...

nisthur xomoy'e
baare baare
beni'r ronga fita khuli thoi jai...

dreams

in the dark hour
as the stars close their eyes one by one
so my dreams light up one by one.

at such nights
the sky is my mind
my dreams, the shining stars

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as we silently carry the sea in us
...drop by drop i give away
river by river u give back...

Facebook, Public Opinion and the Environment

Why do we need to create public awareness and public opinion? Can these change the society? Can these save the environment? Can all these blogs, videos, etc on environment, nature, etc. actually save the earth?

Well, I believe they can. And today I want to share a short story.

The story started in February 2004 when a friendly giant was born. A big giant it was and to live and grow bigger, it needed a lot of foods. It ate all the trees it could see around itself and kept growing happily. But nature suffered; people working for environment started getting worried. And one day, one such worker wrote a petition to the giant saying that instead of eating the green trees, it can start to sustain on alternative food. Many people read the petition and signed it. Some people say that the giant had a change of mind by itself; some say public opinion changed its mind. The fact remains that the giant decided to change its food habits and slowly it started to get itself accustomed to alternative food.

Well, the social network giant, facebook was launched in February, 2004. Needless to say, due to its nature of operation, it consumed a lot of electricity. This was a concern to the environment. By 2010, Facebook and its creator, Mark Zuckerberg had to face severe criticism from Greenpeace, one of the most famous environmental organizations of our time. It was in 2010, that Facebook finally announced its mission of “going green”. It added a site “Green on Facebook” (https://www.facebook.com/green) which admits that with millions of Facebook users in its kitty, Facebook can play a unique role in promoting efforts to achieve a sustainable future.

Also, in November, 2011, Facebook announced that its Prineville data center in Oregon has received LEED Gold Certification from the U.S. Green Building Council, with the company noting that the facility (which recaptures 100 percent of rainwater, includes a solar array and uses cool air from outside the building to reduce heat) uses 38 percent less energy than comparable facilities. And this was just the beginning; after that Facebook had many such good news to share.

In the end, I would like to share that famous video by Greenpeace: “Facebook: Unfriend Coal”. This video was launched in September 2010. The following November, Facebook announced its decision to go green.

“Facebook: Unfriend Coal”

This is an interesting video; do watch it.

And in the meantime; keep spreading the awareness. Mother Earth needs it.

wings

in my dream
the wings keep growing
till i fly away to you

its only when i perch in your heart
that they become what they are..
..the imagination of a drunk soul

silent sperm

bohu din'or pora

eta pitol'or murti' rup'e

ekhon xundor thapona't

puhi raakhisu tumak

saki dhup jolai tumak ghorosiya korisu

oporajita, podum'ere tumak puhoniya korisu
xonkho bojai tumak xaaxon korisu

boot, moog di tumak boxotiya korisu

thik jen tumi 

porohi kini anaa

mamoni hotor bhatou tu he !

aaji bhatou tuwe maat dhorise

good-morning good-morning gaaboloi xikise

ki je xundor eta "mahol"or srishti hoise

tumar xos'ote saage kiba xaanghatik gondogul ! 

aajiu tumi nirbaak nimaat

kali'r pora moiu okol bhatou he puhim

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down the road
just past the darkest corner
shyly stands
the owner's pub


inside
the customers
proudly fights, laughs
fights back
cries out in pain as he steps on the broken glass
swears ungodly words at anyone who cares to hears
boasts of his love affair with that shop girl
and asks for more drink
before he goes back home
whistling a happy song of his youth


the owner's pub
shyly stands
holding all this




up the road
just past the holy church
proudly stands
the rich man's house


inside
the wife
stifles a cry as she reads 
her husband's secret affair with the maid
and then secretly calls the doctor
to make sure that the maid does not deliver
and later
gulps down a cup of poison
the same doctor brings her back to life
the husband asks the maid to go away
calling her too candid to be anyone's maid
the maid goes away before the sun and
the wife rises
the wife wakes up next day
as if nothing has happened
and goes to the park to gossip about her neighbour's cat
only her handkerchief mysteriously remains wet
the rich man's house
proudly stands
holding all this

thikona hin

thik ene eta muhurto

jetiya dhoribo bujibo nuwari

pani khini niyor ne borokhun ne sokupani

thik xei muhurtote tumi ubhoti juwa

tumar thikona moi pahorisu

khali monot aase tumar duwar'or rong neela

khirki bur xeujiya, neela porda're dhaka

tumar thikona moi pahorisu

monot aase

tumar soku juri kola

neela bisarisu akaah'ot, sokupani't

duburi bon'ot jiliki thake niyor

niyor'or maje maje xeujiya bisarisu

gumutha dawor'or borokhun'or maajot

tumar soku'r kola khini bisarisu

kintu

thik ene eta muhurto

jetiya dhoribo bujibo nuwari

pani khini niyor ne borokhun ne sokupani

thik xei muhurtote tumi ubhoti juwa

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we all have our burdens; some carry them with understanding and acceptance; some with complaints and reluctance. this is where all the difference is made; some live; some just imitate life. and its a very rare moment when we can differentiate one from the other; this is why the game is always on !

bixakto xopun

mokora jaal
ekhon bixaal morokra jaal
mur ghor, duwar, phool'or bagan
bondhu bandhob, mod'r dukaan
paro dujoni, rasta'r kukur tu
aaru mur atma
xokolu fosi aase ei jaal khonot
bhumikompo aahile aami xokoluwe ekeloge jukar khaisu
bohorkhun'ot eke loge juruli jupuri hoisu
rod'ot pani bisari ekeloge hotax hoisu


mokora tu put khai aase mur gaaru'r tolot !

riverdale railway station

in the riverdale railway station
others try not to cry
you try hard to smile
and so each train pass by



her shoes
they specially smell of wet rain
as she waits for the last train

expiry date

earlier 
all my fingers were not enough
the stars were not enough
the grasses were not enough
tears and smiles were not enough


it was never - ending
i would count and count
the end would still be far away


now the fingers of my hands are enough
and the thumbs and one little finger still remains extra

recycle

i play with the sun
i play with the moon
i play with the stars, the trees, the rivers, the seas
the hills, the mountains, the oceans, the sky
the wind
the grass
and the stream that flows by my little village




and all day long
they whisper madly
"we are the original green toys -
recycle us -
or tomorrow you won't have any to play with"