Happy Birthday Ma

On this day, may the warmth of a blanket and a caring hand ward off the darkness and cold of an abysmal uncaring world for someone who needs it dearly. Happy birthday Ma.

20th January

আর পারলাম না

আর কি বলবো। আজকে হঠাত করে দুরে কথাও চলে যেতে বড্ড ইচ্ছে করছে । একটা জায়গায় দাড়িয়ে দাড়িয়ে শুধু নিজের ঢাক পেটাতে আর পারলাম না। মন চায় নিজেকে ভালো করে মার্কেট করতে কিন্তু এই জিনিসটা ঠিক স্বাভাবিকভাবে আমার আসে না, আর সেটা থেকেই যত সব ঝামেলা। প্রত্যেক পদখ্য়েপে নিজেকে নতুন করে প্রমান করতে করতে হাপিয়ে উঠেছি। আর পারছি না। এবার একটু শান্তি চাই।বাড়ি ফিরে যেতে চাই।

Insomnia for a reason

Its that time of the night again,

And sleep is not a friend

So much for the alluring darkness craves

A tired aching brain.

Shallow and full of empty pores,

A moon without its glow;

Its shadow floating, silent, still,

Above the ground below.

And eyes search the looming thunderclouds

For the distant sounds of life,

The dormant rumbling of a tired heart

Such images can connive.

Does this then mean that darkness shall

With sunrise lift its veil?

Or does the conjurer's wand, dismayed,

Break its evil spell?

For there in the endless ticking of 

The mindless hanging clock,

My day runs from dusk to dawn

My dauntless dreams of rock.

Lifeless

In this moment in time,
When the walls are razed,
Theres too much to ask,
Too many miles ahead
Of a distant dream that
Seems like a fairytale.

My shadow lies beneath my feet,
Firmly planted, safe and neat,
While I roam blinded
By the light of the morning sky.

Pain is welcome but memories are not,
All the stupidness that time has brought,
Is finally, I'm afraid, catching up with me.

Shadow lines

These paths lead to nowhere,
Lost and winding away from me;
Eyes that see the truth in your laughter
A face that hides the lies you speak.

Have hope that one fine morning
Your world will be one again,
Till then keep flowing in the torrent
Of humanity gone insane.

My promises resemble me,
Like voices from some distant shore;
Incorehent mix of noises,
Lost and longing to hear some more.

A lesson learnt in time

Laughter, a sound in my head that tells me all is well
To go on in pain, knowing that tomorrow awaits my footsteps
Chasing dreams in a freefall, trying to breathe in a sand storm
What would it be like without this struggle?
If all was easy, would it be worth living at all?