Saturday, June 30, 2012

you flew in spreading your fancy golden wing
the cup did not expect you; nor did I
the steaming tea was for me
after the day's tiring work
the cup held much relief for me !
But you came in flapping your wings in the air !

Some* one
i his bid to to fly sky-high
burnt himself unto Death; in golden flame
( It's a News item )

The terrific speed of rocket age
The flaming spirit of Vietnam
the war and the spoils it hankers after !

The space-man wears a a funeral garland
but what dream inspired you to plunge
into this liquid death ?

Your death --I promise to perpetuate
on the canvas of my eyes and soul
But --what is the length of a life
do you know ?

For the times
let your corpse ---limp and wet
from my finger-tips
on to the dead news-paper
close to the spaceman dead.

A cup of steaming tea
was 'fate' to you
just as that blazing Space is to me !

At the threshold ---of love
I leave the stains of swat
my ritual design .
Eager to listen to the conch- shell
within you
time without number I came
and went back deprived !

Greatly moved by this futile pilgrimage
of mine
the distal Sun on high, --
climbs the pyre
while another fire is burning me
from within !
shall i go back this time too
or ---stand and wait
without a hint by cosmic gesture
I can neither come in -- nor
retrace my steps , --my dear !

It's Sunday
today I don't mind the world
good bye -- to all haggling.
Shall sit by window side
and call the vendor-sky.

Have earned this day
from clutches of my boss
forgoing the lure of overtime pay
Now , none to bother me --
no employer's frown
no forced obedience.

Sitting by the window
shall call the hawker -sky
buy a strip of azure blue
and the unique chrysanthemum
on star spangled tray of night
minding not the frightening explosions
of bombs and grenades
of modern Time .

Friday, June 29, 2012

Zee News

Oldest ever modern human DNA found

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Washington: Scientists claim to have collected the oldest fragment of the modern human genome from the bones of two 7000-year-old cavemen unearthed in Spain.

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How fish intake improves memory

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Medical researchers at the University of Alberta have discovered a possible explanation for why taking a diet high in DHA, an omega-3 fatty acid found in fish, improves our memory.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

The curtain comes down
foot-lights dim
I am still on the is Stage
sitting alone
the author's script --the prompers hushed voice
and my 'mouth-speaker '-voice , now a dumb-finish !.
but I am unmoved and sitting still.

My own soliloquy , I am-trying to voice
-- those eager to leave are free to exit

Wasn't born , really to follow another's script
the Supreme Author is now prompting my script
Though, I admit, THAT face and Voice
I have never seen.
yet , I know , I have transmitted his words
though- out life.

The lights now off , the stage is dark
the 'House-full' audience almost all left
I am the new hero , now , holding the STAGE
and my poise in Silence, - is now eloquent more !

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Firstpost

Why you need to stop stomping on cockroaches

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People need to stop stamping on cockroaches, as one of the most despised of all insects is essential to our planet for converting nitrogen into fertiliser, experts have said

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

শায়রী
এই পথে যাই ও-দিক ডাকে দু -ঠোট ফুঁড়ে
ও-দিকে যাই এ-দিক ডাকে চোখের ঠারে
এই ভাবেই সারা পথের মরিচীকা
আমায় নিয়ে খেলছে খেলা এমনি করে ।

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

রাত্রে শুনি আসবে যখন সকাল হবে
দিনের শেষে পত্র রাতে -দেখা হবে
তারায় তারায় মুচকি হাসি , সেও কি তোমার
এমনি তর চতুর খেলা শেষ কি হবে ?

The boy --7 yrs age --jumped out to theor balcny in joy
singing oud
"Da d --coming next wk my --dad........" he abruptly stopped
he found me loking at him from my balcony smiling back
Even though stopped , joy was still over - flowig his poise and face
he's trying to hide his joy from me pressing face againstthe wall
His father in Dubai almost a near
and the two kids , 7+4 , living with mom
Still he 's trying to hide his joy, from me, in vain
his spreading smile even infecting me and expanding my smile
'Dad coming aftera year'------ My memory jumped back to my time )
His face and uncovered look soaked all over in smile
I coldnot hide my own joy of witnessing such view
the joy of a child after the news of his fathers return
"My Dad coming ----------"
the Love -divine -has myriad forms and ways , in-built, in NATURE's !

Sunday, June 17, 2012

যে দেখে সে অমনি বলে ঢিল দিয়েছো কাজে
পুরো সমাজ খুঁত পেয়েছে মোর মনে মেজাজে
ঢিল খেয়েছে ঘুড়ির সুতো লটকে গেছে ঘুড়ি
হৃত -পিণ্ড ঠিক চলেছে ; র্হিদয় চলে না যে !

Shakil Ahmed Baliyavi21 hours ago

i would like to request you to kindly post some of your bengali poems, i am keen lover of bengali. thanks!

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Saturday, June 16, 2012

Friend, you asked for a poem and I am now in a in fix
all buds and blooms of my garden are dried up , I do think
Now the desert rule on my desiring soul and while I try to thrive
poetry fades on my deprived soil and survival only my life
bread and shelter ,- my only dreams ; life in turmoil or storm
tears and and hunger,-- all mixed up; famine seems the norm
Vision gone dim searching food of any form or source
All Art & aesthetics are alien to me ;the ideal now --resource !

Wife now demand, surviving food ; don't expect my love
should you ask for a poem now, when the children starve
My defeated dreams , all locked within; you can even see
So I fail , to send you a poem and you , please excuse me !

"Have to over come a huge mass of ancient Superstition,Ancestal superstition,Class supersttion, City superstion,Country Sperstistion" - Vivekananda .
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POETRY :
Tied with myriad superstitions and chained all around
Human-s are held back like 'Promethius bound'
yet there are a few 'braves' who break the chain
and bring more fire and light; with their love and brain .
----HGT (Pibi)

Friday, June 15, 2012

Seeing a devotee in coloured robe and a 'ilak'9 A religios auspicious makr on fore head) ; " he already "STAMPED" --Ramakrishna .
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Poetry :
The bee hums over the garden , never 'branded' in life
gathers honey from all flowers-- and of any type .
---HGT ( Pibi)

LOVE STORY

Then it was my green young life
and once as I looked deep in your eyes
I did saw there some vast cool lake
and , perhaps, even, got almost drowned !

Yes then it was my green young life
you once smiled and then said to me
-' teach me some of your drawing skill
and that was life's enough joy to me

Then , yes,it was my young life
and dreamig was my only wealth
I knew well that you were so much rich
that was the gap like ocean- breadth

And now it is my ending life
came to know you 're a widow dear
and those memories must be washed clean now
though my own is razor- thin, I fear

And now, -- it is my Sun-set life
but maybe ever and if we meet
may be you will not even remember then
where and when we did ever meet

And now, though I am living in your town
yet the truth ; --we are strangers now !

Thursday, June 14, 2012

msnbc.com

Research suggests humans evolved from prehistoric sharks

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Believe it or not - humans evolved from a prehistoric shark that populated the seas more than 300 million years ago, according to scientists.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

BALLAD OF RIVER GANGA

He was a fisher man, rowing lone with s tiny boat
daily rows for small fishes on river Ganga-- alone
that day was--cloudy cool ;and I took the chance
he was returning home from fishing , he allowed on --
His name is ' Maron' and in Bengali, it really means 'death'
for, the day he was born , -his brother died same day !

I wanted to row on Ganga river and he allowed it to me
he was alone on the boat, always was and ever had to be
So he had to row and spread the net , at the same time alone
I was eager to to his life and the way he lived in home
He smiled and told ; --he always wished he had, at least, a son
to help him in his fishing but God did give him none
but was glad to have two girl -children and God knew it best
never know the plan of God , maybe, for him the best
I t touched me deep and flashed sharp ,then, within me I tell
another story --" The old man and the Sea " from Hemming way's tale
Even to day I remember so vivid ;the old mans catch big-fish
" if the boy was here ! '' the lonely old man repeated loud --his wish !

And Maron too has none to help--nor he has a chance
As he was too poor to employ one and he has not a son
So !, " if the boy was here " will be with him for the next whole life
I could only help by buying ( his ) morning- catch only one Kg and a half
I got down at his own home-' Ghat' and brought him home with me
for - I had to pay him the price of fish and learn more about ' a life can be' !