Artist: Samiran Sarkar
Aj saradin ghumiye jokhon rat 8 tay uthe ektu beriyechhi dekhlam ek odbhut haoa boichhe sara TIFR chottore, somudrer dhar bole sobsomoyi pray haoa boy kintu prochondo jore... ajker bikeler moto noy... ajker batashe ekta madokota chhilo... helogen er alo o jeno khub ekta joralo chhilona... oswotho patar faake fake helogen alo r misti pagol haoa mejhete chhayar jeno mayajal bunechhilo... ei sohore ektio bondhu paini tobu eka totota mone hoyna... oshontushthi sobsomoyi achhe thakbe... biroktio thake kintu ajker moto eka kokhono mone hoyni nijeke... e ek onyo dhoroner eka laga, thik jemon ta mone hoto onek aage chhotobela gramdesher kono atmiyo barite gele, bikel bela ghum theke uthte deri kore jokhon feltam r sobai mile berate beriye jeto barite eka amake chhere... sondhya nambe nambe emon somoy jokhon ghum bhangto, uthe dekhtam sarata barite pakhir kichirmichir r uthone tangano jama kaporer bikeler udbhranto batase neshatur er moto edik odik dola... eto sundor bikele mon beshi kharap hoto... sobai jeno sorojontro korechhe amar sathe... Bombayr ajker ei rat ta jeno onekta temoni, boddo mon kharap hoye giyechhilo... poschhim dik tay somudro, hather kachhei, tobu jaini... nijeke bhabte deyni sedike somudro... bhebechhi sedike achhe sei gram desher atmiyo barir math r jongol... jedike berate gechhe sobai amake eka fele.... mon kharap holeo ajker rat amake emon onubhuti diye gelo ja bhebechhilam ar konodini pabona... sei bikeler swad je bikel ar konodini asbena....
onek age eshe gecho... tao pechhone takanor shahosh rakho, bolei ei kobita ba sth in between prose and poetry eto valo likhte perecho... pechone takiye dekhcho je shunyota chhaaraa ar kichu baki nei, hey to jole bhora shunyota... tao shunyota... ta shotte mone mone ei vabi je hoytoba ja hariyechi shob jeno jaygaee pore ache... chhotobela ta onek priyo tai na??? shohoje vula jay na??? chhoto bela o hoyto chhoto-chhoto jinish a osthir hoye porte... kintu aaj ker osthirota jeno onek vinno... moreover, in your childhood, you always leaned on a support that had always been by default behind you... so when you sense that by-default-support has now disappeared, you create the same behind you and lean on that imaginary support... now what that support is can hardly be defined... amid all the restlessness in your childhood days, you would always have some sense of being secure...
ReplyDelete"... in your childhood, you always leaned on a support that had always been by default behind you... so when you sense that by-default-support has now disappeared, you create the same behind you and lean on that imaginary support... now what that support is can hardly be defined... amid all the restlessness in your childhood days, you would always have some sense of being secure..." thik bolechho.
ReplyDeleteTokhon jokhon karo angul dhore daratam, nijer theke ora onek uchu chhilo, ora onek onek boro chhilo, mone hoto amar mrityukeo era thekate pare, r amake khushi deoatai jeno boroder jiboner udyeshyo... ajke jokhon dekhi era amar soman ba bete r durbol... mene neoa jayna ! Earth is so limited, life is so short and cruel... things grow so fast and decays to dust so easily ! Ekta bhoy r osohayota ghire thake amader chari pashe...