Blue sea

Blue sea with your pale waves
Dancing along the golden sand
I sat near you for a brief pause
As life made me feel too weary

And then a conversation started
I asked you sea how you remain
Ever so blue, quiet and constant
Even if world constantly changes

How is it that you remain same
While the desert gets spectacled
By the towers of light and colour
Don't you envy the ephemeral?

The ocean remained quiet
I felt impatient for answer
My mind running my own
Pent up feelings and wants

Then for once the wind lifted
The sand came up to my eyes
By the time I got up cleaned
About to go I glimpsed the sea

And the blue sea remained
As it's ever been eternally
But sand changed course
With every wind that blew

That's how its always been
With the mind and the soul
And envy too is ephemeral
Soul like sea is not bothered

Moner moto

Parlam na hote 
Tomar moner moto
O pagol mon aamar

E jibon je jaay kete
Tumi shodur kinaraay
Aamay bhule cholecho

Kintu hoyto shetai bhalo
Aami pabo hoyto ekdin
Nijeke khuje ei nirjonaay



A translation from Bengali:

Close to heart

I could never be
Like you wanted 
My dear heart

And life passes
You in another
Corner forgetting

But maybe that's better
I'll find you my heart
In my utter solitude

For whom are you waiting?

Pretty lady at Dubai airport
Wide smile, holding placard

For whom are you waiting?
Is it client for your business

A wanderer with no roots
Only here to steal the loot

Does he really deserve
Your charming smile?

Pretty lady holding placard
With strange foreign name

In lovely olive uniform
Flaunting golden locks

Bringing life to dull airport
For whom are you waiting?

Basil

Did I actually fall in love?
Yes, I did many times so

Every time it had started
Like a pleasant intrusion

But it soon left a wound
As nectar turned poison

Among the infected cuts
There was one, only one

In spite of the bloody scar
A sapling basil was sown

Other infections spread
But basil roots dug deep

It grew up healthy fresh
Ensured safe sanitarium

And in the green leaves
There was the antidote

The plant shed its leaves
To heal all other wounds

Off the edge

He sat on the edge
Of a high rise roof
Another step ahead
And it'll be the end

A lot of deliberation
Brought him up here
Now close to end he
Wanted to contemplate

It wasn't much was it
A small nudge ahead
Few seconds free fall
Some seconds of pain

It would all end then
All humiliation faced
Lack of everyone's care
The vacuum ever there

Just a bit more and soon
So much peace and space
In a few days everyone
Will forget his existence

He took one deep breath
Yes I've made it he said
No one noticed me sneak
Up the stairs to the terrace

I have nothing more to lose
I have so little to ever gain
I make so little difference
It brings a smile to my face

And suddenly it dawned 
Upon him that actually
It really didn't so matter
Whether he lived or died

So I'd rather live a bit more
He got up, came downstairs
Walked back to his home
And fell asleep on his bed

Words on fire

If I could ignite words
Fan flames then onwards
I'd have liked to set world
On fire and watch it burn

Old torn jeans

A pair of old jeans
Hugged you always
But it became shaggy
And torn many places

So you went shopping
Wearing it not noticing
May be the jeans too
Had a heart somewhere

You carried the cash
In your pockets and
Searched the best fit
And matching colour

You tried on many 
Pairs upon yourself
It left you exhausted
Then choose the best

Old pair of jeans now
You happily discarded
In lost cupboard corner
It was eaten by fungus

You might not be aware
But the jeans survived
And lived to tell his tale
Rhyming words to poems