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Color In Wings

About Me

Just another of you who wants to live in moments.
Who has Absolutely no plans for tomorrow but struggling to capture today.
One who’s head is full of ideas but too lazy to implement it.
One who Holds a Sherlock Holmes novel and imagines to solve a crime
Loves music irrespective of the singing abilities
Loves to cook every day items with passion and is eager to show it all
Writes Poetry just to express the pain, love and other emotional feelings
Shows perseverance towards camera.
A line to describe would be “A very common among the commoner.“

Knock knock
For there is no one in my mind
Who could paint the starry night

The blinds half open
Breathed the wind
A little hoot here a little hoot there
Some crickets chirping
Noisily, breathing the air

Little dew drops
Had just started forming over the crops
Ghastly shadows of earthly beings
Casted it way following the moon beam
For it maybe cold or it be balmy
Warm was my heart absorbing nature’s origami

Knock knock
For there is no one in my mind
Who could paint the starry night

What could I do

The house was clean

The laundry checked

The pots were watered

The menu is set

Now, what could I do

The next big thought in my head, queued

Maybe drawing with oils

Oh! That would be too much of a toil

May be riddle with kids

Not is mood for such a deed

Maybe work with Clay

Nopes! Said my mind, not today

What could I do

My heart and mind had no clue

May be ear a symphony or a tune

No that would be to jejune

So, off I went in my cozy kip

To close my eyes and snooze a bit

But still that thought, what could I do

My heart and brain trying to pursue

So I got up and scribbled with felt tip

“What could I do”

The next few lines are yours to grip

Want to do

If you ask me what do I want to do

My heart would say

Go to the mountains and sit thoughtless for an entire day

Or maybe gaze at the sand dunes and watch the shifting sand make there way

Perhaps lie down and see the cumulonimbus build

Wispy towers vanishing with edges frilled

Or maybe listen to the waves on a desolate beach

Hear them swash while asking for more with beseech

Or maybe try finding the faces lost in star

Lying down on glistened grass away from home far

And when the idea of sitting has bored me enough

I would simply take a jog around the long river park

While jogging I would imagine how the things could have been

and run faster not for triumph but to stop the mind from seeing the unseen

Patience

After all these years of waiting

Seeing a glimpse of light at the tunnel end

I run to reach stumbling over the darkest bend

But the closer I go, the further it seem

I ask myself is it mirage from some light beam?

Why I ask and why I cry

You chose your path said my eyes dry

What more, what more could it take

All I have left is my breath

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Oh! My conjugal heart and mind

Still waiting for the rays of sunshine

Moon

Silver was the moon

Gleaming over the ebony lagoon

Cascading its silver beam

Over the soft cottony cloud that gleamed

With a,

A tinge of grey and a violet spurt

A dash of purple with a white cast

And melancholy was the azure fall

Vividly, watching the clouds ball

And from here and there

Peeping, shimmering Astral flare

Perfectly harmonizing with the occult

Twirling, spinning without a halt

Metamorphosis

It was a beautiful sunny noon

The blossom was fresh and abloom

And on a drooping leaf, I spotted a silk cocoon

And So, I thought

What does it take to create a being of that sort?

A caterpillar selflessly ingest itself

Dissolving its tissues while holding to its cells

Changing, morphing believing on

Oh! What spirits, what colors an elegent transform

But does a butterfly remember the past?

What it took to create a beautiful recast

I was awakened with a rumble and a thump

As if telling me I will remember mom

For I was morphing,

With one body and two beating hearts

With love and patience nurturing my other part

Being self absorbed but with selfless thought

Waiting praying loving my child with all that I got.

Thoughts

Twisted like branches of some leafless tree

Growing toward light in mind glee

Thoughts

Some so fragile get lost in way

Only few can end towards nigh

Thoughts

Some grow down, towards the ground

Those transform us to the hound

Thoughts

Some shine on the wrong side

Lost in the ignorance tide

Thoughts

Few that grow steady but slow

Surviving the strong wind and blow

The stable and the willful once

They help us define our fronts.

Thinking..

I can find my music in the midst of chaos

I can find my air in the midst of black smoke

I can rebuild myself a million times when I break

No mattar how lost I am I will always find my happy place

For I learned, the dots connect backwards

For I learned, to think forward and have faith

For I learned, that I will be naked and cold

No matter where ever I start or however it ends

Its a single lifetime that we live in

Let it be the life of all experience

So indulge in its sweetness and savory

And absorb all its bitterness

Willow tree

With its long weeping fronds

Stands a tree mocking human bonds

And I ask the willow tree

Are you tired of the weeping spree

And its replied with a gentle breeze

Passing through its slender oval leaves

I grieve to grow and remind

You to look within your mind

My branches are arched and evergreen

I can never loose myself from within

But you being a Supreme being

Prosper to loose your own feeling

For I who heal by looking within

And you try to heal by material things

While I radiate my light to nurture you

You loose your vitality by cutting me through

O mankind you are blessed with tears

And I weep about your existential fear

With Some hasty flutter and a gentle air

Suddenly the voice disappeared

I can hear the birds nested chirp

I left the tree feeling like a twerp

Women In My Life

The women’s in my life

With pride prejudice and pretentiousness type

Some curvy some bold

Some round with a heart of gold

Some confused some so sure

Some of them who hold to dear

Some gossip about yours to hers

Some jump and kick all the bars

Some shielded the quiet type

Some obliged and some tolerant wife

Some so soft with mysterious eyes

Some are boozers and alky

We are of so many type and kinds

Its way beyond the words to define

But the common thing in all of us

We have empathy and passion and we adjust

একটি  ছোট ছিদ্র থেকে
কিছু  রেশমি আলো আসে, ফিকে ফিকে
একটি ছোট্ট গাছ সেই আলোর দিকে
এগিয়ে দেয় তারা শাখা প্রশাখা গুলিকে
মিথ্যে আঁধার
যখন আশা আছে হাজার হাজার
একটু  ধের্য্য  আর একটু  অপেক্ষা
একদিন আকাশ ভেদ করবে সেই প্রশাখা
আশা আশা আশা কেবলি আশা
আশার জোয়ারে জীবন তরীর ভাসা

Ekti chotto chidro theke

Kichu resmi aloo ase anke benke

Ekti chotto gach sei alor dike

Agiye daye tar prosakha gulike

Mitha a andhar

Jokhon asa ache hazar hazar

Ektu dhoyirjho r ektu opekha

Ekdin akash bhed korbei sei proshakha

Asha asha asha r asha

Ashar kole jibon tori rir bhasa

Asa

আজ মেঘলা কেনো আকাশ
আজ শিথল কেনো বাতাস
কোনো সুরে যেন নেই কোনো সুর
শুধু  কুয়াশায় ঢাকা দুর  থেকে দুর
উঠুক আবার আশার আলোও
কাটুক না এই সময় কালো
নতুন করে বাঁচতে শিখে
হয়ে যাবে এই কঠিন স্মৃতি ফিকে
সবার সাথে বাঁচার মজা
হিসেব গুলো হোকনা সোজা
যতই ফ্যাকাসে হোক না আজকের দিন
সব ধুয়ে মুছে কাল হবে রঙিন

Ballon

I opened the door of my room

And saw a smiling balloon

Floating and nodding its head

Slowly moving away from my bed

I tiptoed it’s way

Trailing it closely as I might say

With its glimmering shimmering smile

It’s tinted yellow with an up going style

It crossed the corridor of my flat

Then stopped sometime over the mat

As if deciding which way to go

Through the living room or the bedroom door

With a quick nod and a pumped up smile

It waved it’s way quater a mile

Winter breath its bid adieu

My open porch aired spring bucolic view

We both stood astounding the tableau

Relinquishing each other ignoring the due

While I dreamed of wing, it fleeted by

Swooping souring towards the azure sky

Dancing twirling ascending high

Gradually fading from my yellow tinted eye

‘O’ Women

Be a women with smart choice

Be a women with power in voice

Be bold and strong from within

Be the ironlady very hard to breakin

The stories of our empowerment

Should never block our judgment

Our weakness our meekness

Let that dissolve from our face

Let’s look out for each other

Forgetting the little things that bother

So step out in your best shoe

Celebrate this day it’s about you

Wish I could take the forever trip

Following hollow roads deep deep deep

Just no thoughts to haunt

And No one to taunt

Driving Miles and miles

Into the wild

Until I reach a cliff

So deep that’s it’s hard to peep

The echo of my voice

Would show me the second choice

I have to retrace and rejuvenate

Hope it will not be too late

Not all rain drops make a sound

Sometimes its quiet while falling down

Seems like I am lost in space

Running away from this perfect mess

Hopeing for a string to pull me up

Feel like a puppet with hand cuffs

This is the inner me

Scrolling crawling lunging to be free

Yet you look at me to see me smile

I have been doing that for quiet a while

The rain drops didnot make a sound

And I am quietly falling down

মশা দের ভয়ে তে
থাকি আমি বিপাকে
ঘর দোর বন্ধ
জ্ঞানী গুণী অন্ধ
পিন পিন ফিন ফিন
সারাদিন সারাদিন
নাই কোনো প্রতিকার
চারিদিকে হাহাকার
চোখে দেখে সর্ষে
যাকে তারা স্পর্শে
নাই চাষী নাই ধান
ক্ষেতে ফিন ফিন কীর্তন
করা করে সঞ্চয়
আলো কই করে ভয়
এই সব ভেবে যাই
মশারির পেটে তাই
খৈ ভেজে নেই কাজ
ছোটো কাজে নেই লাজ
চলো যাই পাল্টায়
মন থেকে ভেবে তাই

টুক টাক দুপুরে
নাচে কেউ উপরে
নাই কোনো সুর তাল
যত সব ভুলভাল
রোজ ভাবি যাবো যেই
গিয়ে দেখি কেউ নেই
হাজিমের ছোটো মীআও
কেঁদে বলে দুধ দাও
ভারী পাজি ছোটো সে
ওঠে হবে ছাদে তে
চিলে কোটা ছাদ মোর
নাই তার কোনো জোর
বিড়ালের চার পা
আহা যাক করে যা
তবু ও তো আসা কেউ
কুকুরের ঘেঊ ঘেঊ
এই সব আওয়াজ এ
হাসি আমি ফ্যাকাসে
দিন আনি দিন খাই
হাসি খুশি থেকে তাই

হরেক রকম গল্প গড়ে
মা দিয়েছে গল্প পড়ে
তাই শুনে তার ছোট্ট মনে
কল্পনার পরী আশা বোনে
ছোট্ট খোকা বায়না ধরে
মায়ের সাথে লড়াই করে
যাবেই যাবে মাঠের পরে
শুনবে না সে কোনো “না রে”
যেমন ভাবা তেমনি কাজ
রুখবে না সে কোনো মতে আজ
দৌড় দিয়ে তীর বেগে
পা পিছলে ধুলো মেখে
লাল বেগুনি কালসিটে আঁকে
কেঁদেই ফেলে মা মা বলে
মা কত তার আদর করে
চোখ মুছিয়ে চিবুক ধরে
মা বলে “তুই ঠিক পারবি হ্যাঁরে”
ঠোঁট ফুলিয়ে বুকের মাঝে
আবার খোকা গল্প বাঁধে
এবার যাবে ঘোড়ায় চড়ে
টগ বগিয়ে ভিষণ জোড়ে
ঘোড়ার খুরে উঠবে ধোঁয়া
ঘুমিয়ে গেলো খোকা সোনা

যখন চির বসন্ত ছিল আমার মনে
শৈশবের হাসি কান্না ভরা মোনের কোনে কোনে
বেশ কিচু মুহুর্তো আঁকরে রেখেছি মনের আঙিনায়
একলা ঘরে শীতের দুপুর রোদ পরেছে পায়ে
হারিয়ে গেলো দাদু নাতির জগড়া কেমন করে
আদর আবদার মিষ্টি মুখ পাড়ার মোড়ে মোড়ে
ঠাম্মি দিদার সারগাম সুর
পাঁচ ফোড়ন আর গল্পের গুড়
হটাৎ খালি
শান্ত বাড়ি
পায়রার ডাক
সময়ের পাক
শীতের হাওয়া গরম চা আর সময় খালি বয়
একলা ঘরে আছি বসে রোধ পরেছে পায়ে

Some Nation

To the rivers and the oceans

To the mountains and the seas

To the thousands of people

Who are waiting to be free!

Searching for the breath of sheer pureness

To fill their empty hollow smiles

Hopeful eyes looking for answers

And aching feet that walked throny miles

To their world of rare privilege

To their shakey broken doors

To that mother who buried the innocence

For the endless war between nation’s and more

When the shadow gets bigger

In that cozy corner of time

I am happy to have the privileges

And lucky is my birth line

Little boy

Oh there is my little boy

Who has outgrown all his toy

The house is just the way I want it to be

And now I just miss the reckless me

Within the sea of puzzle time

The littleness did quickly sublime

The house is just the way I want it to be

And now I miss the reckless me

From peek-a-boo to hide and seek

Endless stories and rhymes to speak

The house is just the way I want it to be

And now I miss the reckless me

All I have is sweet memories

The sweetest sound of his kiss

The house is just the way I want it to be

And now I miss the reckless me

Song

Pick me up, take me there

Show me places that are not so fair

Hold me tight , caress me long

Then I will know people can go wrong

Do I wait, to fill the void

Should I care ’bout all those noise

Wrap me up, head to toe

Take a break but never let me go

I have been scared of the dark so long

Now it’s the dark that made me strong

So hear me out, in my quiet

I have been waiting long to make it right

Monsoons

There was a window right by her bed

Few mellow rays had its visit paid

The sheen of sweat on her forehead

The noon sun has been very torrid

Earing the shriekness from a Jacobin

She closed her eyes waiting eagerly and keen

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The dream of the refreshing monsoon rain

Quenching the thirst, thrumming through the nearby lane

It’s the north easterly with its relieving breeze

You can Inhale the moment or let it seize

The downpours with its the earthy smell

It’s the memory of thousand paper boats and its infinite sail

The joyous leap on puddle pools

Indulging smell of coffee and snacks to drool

************

She got drenched with monsoon memories

The sound of pelting rain and the pittering melodies

When the sun got covered with dark clouds

The stage was set for rain and wind to pirouette

Inspired

#inspired #CaryVelazquez #MakeupArtistWithBonesLikeGlass #ShakeMyBeauty

Born different with a face to shine
Painting her confidence with the makeup lime
Grace and spirit harnessed with care
Her fragile bones could hardly dare
These beautiful story feeds
Nourish our mind and strengthen our seed

What is beauty?
Asked the timeless time

Is it the perception that changes with time
Or is it the aesthetic downpour that our eyes define
Or is it those little goosebumps from the racing heart of mine
Or is it the awakened senses when maturity is prime

Go girl!
Lash out!
You are beautiful and strong
Go girl!
You are the alchemist with the formula of the stone
Go girl!
So raise your voice to sing your song
Go girl!
Rule the part that you already won

Rewind

Give me place to start again

Give me time to change some lane

Help me void down some noise

Give me strength to better some choice

I need a pen with darker ink

I need to engrave my mistake link

I need to rewind before the forward flow

This time I promise to take it all slow

My hope is faith, my faith is all

Waiting silently for the final call

So patience o patience o bubbling mind

The clock will show you your own time

The Departure

You have been my life for a while

Together we walked a several thousand mile

The fights and bites, the tits and bits

The endless time our eyes forever lit

With the wrinkles and lines

That age had define

The whites and Grey

From time array

Our love sown seed

Have grown indeed

And Now:

The hourglass stands with its few coarse sand

Our time our era have so quickly spanned

The firmer I try to hold my grip

The quicker the leftover time slips

And Today:

When I see your wordless quivering lips

You lay so still as if sound asleep

The medium through which your heart beeps

I hold my breath staring vaguely and deep

Here we are and we have no time

U lay there while and I wait for mine

Waiting to be United in the eternal sunshine

To be yours forever and forever you will be mine

Sing ( dedicated to little singers and artist with a bit of stage fear)

You got to sing

So you can hear your own heart ring

There is music in the air

There is nothing to be scared

When you sing magic can happen

You can feel people around are clapping

So rise to the spirit of the moment

Zap out like a special comet

You can leave your song trail behind

So pour your heart out and open your mind

Yes offcourse there will be some rejection

But that will lead you to perfection

I know, You got to sing

So you can hear your own heart ring

Words

The Words that people say
Though the gesture gets lost in their way
An innocence is struck by the words
But where is the feel, did it miss some cords?
The adaptation and the adjustments
The hopes after numerous heart dents
The voices in the mind tree
Some hushed, some so loud and creaky
It’s easy to adopt to an appropriate gaze
The rest can pass or can be phased
The act of blindness is supreme
The prejudice and ignorance is a fake win
The wheel will turn it’s a matter of time
Practice patience it’s the only silver line
A little Perseverance to some relation
A little hope for it to restore a connection

Tricolor

In years to come

The same monopoly hum

A free flag flying in the blue sky

No one to ask or question when, where and why

Maybe just some curious eyes

Running behind it with a joyful sigh

The feeling of owning it

Is greater than the owned bit

Somewhere is some lost dark place

It lies with its hope covered face

A tear here and a tear there

Only A true patron can repair

So rise ! Oh rise! Oh heart of mine

The Wind is strong and you can harness the time

The Snore Bore Score

The snore bore score
You will dread no more
The sleepy noise like a creaky door
Your ears will pain and eyes turn sore
A little fun way to explore
The game name is snore bore score
Group the person’s whiff or roar
Mark the type you are looking for
Suppose you have marked the uproar
Gently punt the snorer to the floor
Yes you scored! Yes you have scored!
Next time when you hear the little wild boar
You can squeak and cry till it restores
Yes you scored! O yes you scored!
The snore bore score
You can even bet or be paid for
Have a partner who is equally bored
Or if you are alone just record the snore
That way atleast they can pay some more
The snore bore score
On a serious note some advice pour
Never ignore the snorer or snore
Drag the snorer to the drugstore
A little help is what you ask for
The peace is restored like before
The snorer will win the second Valor

My Home

I keep looking at the sky

And see those airplanes flying high

I count the stars and I count the rounding of the moon

Maybe someday I will be home soon

In a bed once mine

Lost in the pillow line

Gazing at the ceiling star shine

Throwing tantrums and silly whine

My home the home of mine

How I wish if I could wrap up time

And travel back to the home of mine

My nose still seeks for the happier smell

The aromatic dip where my mother dwell

To Feel that grip

Where I could hardly slip

A voice so deep

My heart could forever keep

In my home with the father of mine

On that table where we all once dined

How I wish if I could wrap up time

And travel back to the home of mine

I lost the star count and cloudy is my moon

Still someday I hope to be home soon

3 year old

Yes I have a three year old

But my mind is tired and thoughts behold

The bath tub had over flown one day

The carpet was soggy and innocence pay

The timer erupted and the cry

Yes you are forgiven the tired heart sighed

But then in the next moment you know

The bed had flooded, thirst quenched though

Angry and mad and out of pain

Being a mother is like being insane

The hair drier no longer dries the hair

There is know one who will listen or care

So the cord was plugged and hot air blow

The mattress was satin and there was fire below

The motherly heart prayed for no more

Thats enough for the day I want life to bore

And then finally the innocent sleepy face

A cuddly kiss and you will forget the mess

The Shiny Skin

The shiny skin and a perfect dress

All dolled up above the face

The smile is sweet and sometimes loud

People who stare are utterly proud

But there is always another story

The glimmering shimmer has untold worry

The kohl’s under the eyes has spread

The face beneath is already dead

The bitterness of thought and mind

Eventually does outshine

The poison then slowly consumes

Till the blueness reaches the womb

And then you are stuck can’t run instead

And before you know your soul is dead

Dilemma

It was a cold cloudy noon, scrolling down some page

A sudden thought gust from the mind cage

Does the love ever vanish, is there a for granted phase

Is it us who gets lost in the heart mind maze

The little things of life perhaps the ones we ignore

Some routines that annoy and even make us bore

Suppose if you have a day when there is pattern change

The newness would survive maybe a week or two range

We want something new, but the old is gold

We want some more though full to hold

There is always a question to inhale first or exhale

In-between these sorting its us who gets pale

So why not embrace the sun

So why not indulge in some fun

So why not stop the thought

And live the second that we have got

Dream

Where are your dreams

Have you visited the place its been

Where are your dreams

Did you leave it to be unseen

Where are your dreams

Did you forget or too scared to be keen

Where are your dreams

Have you lost it in your mind stream

Like a ray of sun in a dark room

Let the dreamer wake and let it bloom

Find that dreamer or find the dream

Knit and knit, reams and reams

Like a matchstick just ignite

Burn and burn in your own light

Like rain drops let it pour

Get drenched wanting for some more

Breathe the dreamer live the dream

Be a dreamer who redeems

Holi

With sprinkler filled with colorful water

Throwing balloons at grumpy aunty quarter

Laughing loud with colorful tooth

Our days of color our days of youth

Now while standing in balcony in some foreign land

Trying to remember those color filled hands

The street below had no color puddles

There was no chaos no funny huddles

Which holi do I miss the most

Perhaps the one which I played with my father

Throwing water balloons to passerby who were bothered

And then shouting the “holi hai!” quote

Maybe thats the holi which I miss the most

Or maybe the one in my teens

Where the crush waited with happy grin

The flush of feeling by the touch

The already red face hiding the blush

Or the one where we drenched in buckets of color

Jumping and Throwing colors together till it hovers

With moist eyes and soggy grip

Enjoying the last adolescent sip

Happy Holi everyone

The Diamond Ring

All I wanted was a diamond ring

And all knew was it could make my heart, sing

I was walking down the bridge all alone and blind

I had job to do and a love to find

I stopped at the crossing I knew I had a fling

But In the next turn, there was a diamond ring

And all I cared was it made my heart sing

The rock was hard with all glitter and gold

The dazzle was bigger something to hold

The ribbons, the frills, the laced up dine

The house was home and shine was fine

And then there was a diamond ring

And it made my heart sing

I was pricked with love, it was a beautiful zone

Then came the hail with big big stone

The babble, the squawk and the hubbub

Suddenly I was thinking, am I stuck?

Yes! there was a diamond ring

But I forgot that my heart could sing

I tried to cover but my umbrella broke

I was covered till neck with liquid smoke

I coughed and puffed and closed my eyes

And then I saw that devil smile

The taunting, the hushing the glitter was not gold

My heart was on fire so steps were bold

Then one fine morning I got rid of the ring

But I was happy that my heart was beginning to sing

Summer

Can I can I just hush the background by

Can I can I just hear my own heart sigh

I have been waiting so long

For the summer to come

To hear the chirping birds in tree

To hum my own melody

To close my eyes and smell the sun

To write a memoir of all those fun

Feel the clouds are moving above me

Bumbling sound of the busy bees

Can I can I just hush the background by

Can I can I just hear my own heart sigh

Happy Women’s Day

With the rubbing of tiny foot on her tummy

Its her alarm which says time to wake up mummy

Few strings of hair being pulled as snooze

And then she knew it was time for eyes to loose

A quick soggy lick on her cheek

A fast hug and cross jump made her heart weak

And then finally that shrill cry that followed

With angry eyes her heart wallowed

Thats how her day had begun

And she knew she was a mom

The hissing and bussing from kitchen door

The gourmet was set the kitchen had roared

The shirt was tucked, the shoes were laced

With a quick kiss the missus was graced

Now the slickness and quickness a few bites and a sip

Oh! again the eye liner had made her eyes weep

Hair was bun and heels were high

Gracefully “O” Women! she was all set to fly

Candor

I Wish I was you for a while

I thought I could wear the same smile

But there is always the other side

Do we fake or do we hide

Are we a puppet or its just the time

Do we amplify or is it the mime

The fake is real or the real is fake

Or is it the fantasy that space-time make

Who teaches us to hide

Is it the ego or the pride

Our cells were complex to simplify life

The truth is converged and rumors rife

And yet and yet we survive

Drinking the melody of mess to thrive

Sometimes we fake and sometimes we smile

Adapting and creating us for a while

I do exist

I do exist

Under the cover of some unknown mist

I do exist

Behind the chores – the endless list

I do exist

In the moments when you tame your beast

I do exist

Between all the troubles and all the twist

I do exist

In that nameless book that you have missed

I do exist

Those little puddles that you leave behind

I shrink everyday without the whines

Secretly waiting to be replenished

I am you- can never be diminished