My Life and my Poems

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Animal calls show resemblance to human language

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LONG POEM : Part II
(composed in Bengali 1990-s : after request from the Editor of a Bengali Magazine
Transliteration on 8 / 15 / 2014 )
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So many months now, I am not writing poems
nor paint pictures nor sculpt Waste -wood sculptures.
My dear Editor,
you demanded a good-long poem for next issue !
But is there really a sense in demanding for such poem !
Or , is there really any meaning in a long long poem
Or making it long does a good poetry really remain a Poem
On this issue I have been thinking deep for a good length of time .

Dear Editor , I have really with me, no good-long poem
Over more I think, my poem would never be ever , too long
And even more now ,I am getting more and more
bound in Compression
!For, -- often I find :
even a small sweet flower
getting more burnt in Summer -heat
is getting shriveled like my compressed poems !

Often I kook back deep, in my memory Store
and my reminiscence as if like a young dependent frightened deer
leaving its sick mother behind, drags itself more ahead
In the same way, as I left my partitioned ( butchered ) MotherLand
bartering for ( when a boy ) for my Political freedom .
OR, how can I forget my child hood life surgically severed from me , almost
How can I forget , my Childhood- River bank
where holding my mother's hand I would dream of Ocean vast
in future life !
All these dissociated fragile thoughts , like broken glass
stab and hurt my bleeding heart of child -hood life !

All memories are like restless fleeting clouds
like, there is no Rod-map on the flying wings of birds!

To day :
I am but a fully developed modern man but scarred
That's another STORY and shall tell
some other Time .
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Once in my sprouting youth
I dared even the mid-may Sun
now, covering the whole length of life
through my window , I salute
even the cut-piece Sky.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

ইস্ট-বেঙ্গলে ও সুদীপ্ত আর দেবু সরকার খেলে
আমরা শুধু হাত-তালি দেই ; তোমরা কিছু পেলে ?
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শ্রাবণ এলো আকাশ মলিন ; আমার এ মন
বৃষ্টি পড়ে , অশ্রু ঝড়ে সারাভুবন
স্বপ্ন দেখি তোমার মুখের অমনিতর
ঠিক তখনি বজ্র ধ্বনি ; হায়রে মিলন !