Elomelo kotha

scotch tape mara sriti
sada kagojer sukh
amar emon uchssash tobu
tumi ferachsso mukh

nion batir rat
buro thut-thure alo
tomar buker prodipe ebar
sondhe batita jalo

rastay achhe jamm
khit-khite kora rod
tomake hotta korei tulbo
sob koster sodh

Kichhu mojar probochon

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Muhammod teroti, ar ami ekta korte chailei sobai jharu nie amake tara kore...............hi hi hi, e moha onnay...

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chhoto belay amar khub prio ekta gan chhilo... robindra songit. "mone ki didha rekhe gele chole...... ....... akasher urichhe bok-o pakhi... bedona, amar tari sathiii.... akashe urichhe...." abbr khub prio and tar sathe amaro khub prio silo. mone pore, onek onek chhoto belay amader bashay ekta lili ful gachh silo. ami ota theke ekbar ekta ful nie ammur chule porie diesilam. tukro tukro sriti. amader bashar pechhon dike silo ekta am gachh. gachher dal ta ekebare simana prachir-er opor die giesilo. tai ami onayashei otar opor hete hete par hote partam deyal. hoytoba sei chhotto bela thekei amar simana perunor hate khori hoechhilo. tar por theke kokhonoi kono simana amake atke rakhte pareni. pareni bondi kore rakhte kono bondho dorja. ami chhute gechhi...e pranto theke o pranto porjonto chhutesi. ki khujechhi janina. kintu chhutesi. chhut-te chhut-te onekta kal perie gelo... onekta dusshomoy, veja borsha ar krodh-unmotto bosekh ami par kore eshechhi jibone. boyoshta tai nehayet-e kom noy! mi janina keno emon holo amar. kono oporadh korini janamote. karo anonde ami kokhono irshannito hoini. sudhu sobuj adigonto math dekhle hingshe hoto. mone hoto partam jodi emon ekta math hote....mone hoto .... hoe jai ekta lal krishno churo.... hoe jai ekta chhotto finge... odvut ar osshavabik somosto chahida silo amar. chhoto chhoto screw, perek, sholdering iron, multi mtr, ar ei somonosto kichhu niei cholto amar nijossho prithibitar din rattir. karo sathe pachhe silam jibone. nijer moton kore nijer ekta ekanto prithibo sristi kore niesilam. amar... ekanto amar ekta chhotto prithibi. sekhane kokhonoi kauke probeshadhikar deini. isshar-er sathe sei chhotto bela thekei boni-bona hoyni amar. chhotto chhotto odvuture sob proshno eshe joma hoto amar moner moddhe. ami osober uttor khujesi sobar kachhe. kintu keu-e dite pareni. tai vebe niesi isshar beta nitantoi ek chokha, vitu ar kharap type-e ekta manush! hu, isshar ke ami kokhonoi o-manush jatio kichhu vabini. jeta kina amadr ekhankar molla, purohit ba padri-ra baniese. amar moner moddhokar isshar onektai manobik. sobbar moton otota omanush ar hingsro noy! keu bojhena ei odvut manushtar kolpona guloke. keu bojhena kisher jonne ami puri. keu bojhena keno hatre-pachre khuje firi .... ki khuji? kothay khuji...?? janina... sudhu protita rattire vabi kal abar khujbo...sokal holei vabi... kothay khujbo?? dhora debena hater muthoy... tobu...chhute jai... dhorbo...dhorboi...

Jhorer kabbo

jhore venge pore gachh. venge pore buker pachil. rastar signboard, ghorer chal, megher barricade. sob venge churmar hoejay kalbosekhi jhore. deyaler poster take vijie chupchupe kore die jay bristi. moner uchssash ke vashie niejay. dubie dey poth-ghat. jeno chardiker nongrami erie jara poth chole, tader ke kichhuta kada-panir sathe porichoy korie debar jonne jhor ashe. ami viji. ami bristite viji, roddure viji, uchssashe viji, shopne dube jai. ami bechi achhi. vijte vijte beche achhi. purte purte beche achhi. ami suniler kobitar nikhilesher moton pasha kheli purohiter sathe, jibonto kongkal hoe. ami nijeke nichu kori manusher nichotar sathe porichito hobar jonne. ami kit-potonger sathe mishe jai, oder ke bojhar akangkhay. hoyto bujhte chai manusher cheye ora kotota beshi manobik! ami ei topto sohorer tap probahe puri, ghamer gondhok dhue nei bristir buker moddhe dub die. vetorkar somosto barud vijie dei, jate jokhon tokhon fete porte na pari. ami nijeke manobikotar simana theke tene sorie rakhi. ami manushke valobashina. ami manushke pujo kori. ami issharer koljetake mutho kore dhore jiggesh kori, tumi ke! ami shopno ghurir suto hate nie chhute jai pothe. urie dei ghuri, amar shopno jay churi. baki sobar dharalo sutor sathe protijogitay tikte na pere amar ghuri kata jay. urte urte chhue jay sohor, bondor, lokalaoy. onno karo hate gie hoyto pore, take nosto korar jonne. ami fu die cigeratte-er dhoa orai, ami fu dei, khule jay manusher mukhosh, ure jay pakhir palok, nagorik aborjona, chhera shopner jal, drissholok. ami sobaike buker govire japte dhori, ami karo buker otole matha rakhi. ami tar prithibi hoe uthi, tar sontan, tar priotomo. amake proti rattire je hater sporshe ghum parie dey. ami nijer hate perek dhukie dekhbo, deyaler sathe amake gethe felbo sosta morche pora perek die. onuvob korte chaibo jishur kosto. ami somosto jibito sotta-ke khun korbo. tader rokte veshe jabe chorachor. ami nuher nouko nie paridebo roktakto sei probaho. ami batasher paye sekol porabo, roddur ke skotch tape die atke rakhbo amar buker sathe. ami nijer mathay pistol dhorbo. hoyto trigger tipte gie hothat korei bohu jonmer klantite ghumie porbo tup kore..........

Shironam hin

ekdin khub vor belay ami krishnochura dekhte giesilam. khub vor-e. halka kuashar chador tokhon japte dhore achhe prokritike. mather opor chhoto chhoto sishirer kona. sobuj ghash gulo jeno soddo snan kore uthe eshese. ekhono chul veja. ami or opor die aste kore hete jachssilam. khub aste, jeno ghash gulo kosto na pay. pa tipe tipe chole gelam mather ekebare konar krishnochurartar kachhe. otar sorir-o veja. pata gulo shiter sokaler thanda batashe kemon jeno kepe kepe uthse. amar khub kosto laglo. thir thir kore kapte thaka chhotto pata gulor dike takie koketa dirghossash chharlam. opore takalam. patar fokor die uki dichsse lal tok-toke ful. krishnochurar. norom ek ekta chhotto ful, kintu kemon jeno mone hochssilo barude pora. sara sorir jeno tofbog kore jolchhe. jekono muhurtei fete porbe, tochhnos kore debe choturdik. jeno krishnochurar fetepora bikkove somosto prokritite hothat korei neme ashbe sontrash. jeno sohoshai sontrash chhobe.... ebar bujhlma keno ei shitarto vor belate kuashar thanda chador gaye dieo krishnochura gachhta omon matha uchu kore darie achhe. karon or buker moddhe agun. karon or hridpinder moddhe jekono muhurtei fete porar uchssash. karon o jalie purie chharkhar kore dite parbe choturpash-ke. hothat mone holo, achssa, prokriti ki kichhuta voy pachsse krishnochurata-ke? temontai to mone hochsse. norom snigdhotar vetoreo ki kore tumul bikkhov buker moddhe lukie rakha jay setai jeno oi gachhta chokhe angul die amake dekhachsse. tarpor thekei nijeke shanto korar chesta shuru koresi. onektai shanto. asholei to, shanto jekono kichhur moddhei lukie thake onabrito bikkhov. jemon nodi. koster tibrota jokhon-e sima chharie jay, o-o to fete pore.... vashie nie jay chorachor.........

How Love became blind

A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on it for the first time, and vices floated around and were bored, not knowing what to do.
One day, all the vices and virtues were gathered together and were more bored than ever. Suddenly, Ingenious came up with an idea: "Let's play hide
and seek!"
All of them liked the idea and immediately Madness shouted: "I want to count, I want to count!" And since nobody was crazy enough to want to seek
Madness, all the others agreed.
Madness leaned against a tree and started to count: "One, two, three..."
As Madness counted, the vices and virtues went hiding. Tenderness hung itself on the horn of the moon... Treason hid in a pile of garbage... Fondness curled up between the clouds...and Passion went to the centre of the earth.... Lie said that it would hide under a stone, but hid at the bottom of the lake... whilst Avarice entered a sack that he ended up breaking.
And Madness continued to count: .... "seventy nine, eighty, eighty one..."
By this time, all the vices and virtues were already hidden - except Love. For undecided as Love is, he could not decide where to hide. And this should
not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it is to hide Love.
Madness: "...ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven..."
Just when Madness got to one hundred.........Love jumped into a rose bush where he hid.
And Madness turned around and shouted: "I'm coming, I'm coming!" As Madness turned around, Laziness was the first to be found, because Laziness had no energy to hide. Then he spotted Tenderness in the horn of the moon, Lie at the bottom of the lake and Passion at the centre of the earth. One by one, Madness found them all - except Love.
Madness was getting desperate, unable to find Love. Envious of Love, Envy whispered to Madness: "You only need to find Love and Love is hiding in the rose bush."
Madness grabbed a wooden pitch fork and stabbed wildly at the rosebush. Madness stabbed and stabbed until a heartbreaking cry made him stop.
Love appeared from the rose bush, covering his face with his hands. Between his fingers ran two trickles of blood from his eyes.
Madness, so anxious to find Love, had stabbed out Love's eyes with a pitch fork. "What have I done! What have I done!" Madness shouted. "I have left you blind! How can I repair it?"
And Love answered: "You cannot repair my eyes. But if you want to do something for me, you can be my guide."
And so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is always accompanied by Madness

Agosalo

roj rattire ghum amar pithe hat rekhe
proshno kore, ar kotokkhon? ami boli, rakh beta!
matro to sondhe holo. ekhono prodipe tel dhala baki, tarpor
jolbe sajhbati. ami boli, amar kotto kaj baki pore ase......
uttorer akashe
ek megh balikake deya kotha ajo puron korte parini.....
bojro biddut vorti
amar pandulipi nie jar kase jabar kotha silo onek agei.
ami boli, dekh, oi je dure, chhotto ektukro akash, or sathe sei kobe
adda debo bole kotha die rekhesi.
hazar alokborsho durer je tara aj mrito,
tar onttesti korar kothao ekhono
puron hoyni.........ek jhak jhi-jhi pokake kotha diesilam
gan shonabar......
roddurer gan.
boshekher baundule batasher sathe kotodin harie jabo bole vebesi........
nirjon garo pahare bili korbo amar valobashar istehar!! onek kaj..........
amar ekakittoke kotha diesi sukhe rakhbo. apatoto ota nie-i besto asi besh.
ghumer somoy kothay bol?
tui borong opekkha kor, rat ta furole tui amake nie nish tor kole
amake ghum parie dish. ghum parani mashi pishi.........amar ekhon boddo kaj
tui borong opekkhai kor.

1.
kal bikele megher kham-e pure
pathie debo ekti chhoto chithi
sada kagoj, kalche achor tate
ora dujon vishon pithe-pithi

kal bikele nodir jol-e veshe
tomar kachee ashbe amar kham
khamer opor thikana oi lekha
prapok tumi, tomar chhotto nam

kintu jodi dheu-er michhil gulo
fushte thake mathay tule kaj
ebong jodi megher somabesh-e
boktrita dey uronchondi baj

hoyto tokhon tomar chithir thole
shunnota te thakbe puro vora
amar chithi ashbe ferot fer
naiba holo tomar seta pora

2.
kobita giese chhutite, firbe kobe ta boleni
hazar apotti shuneo kobitar mon goleni
kobitar buke agun, kobita shonena mana
kobita kothay haralo, seta nei karo jana

kobita bolese firbe, sudhu janayni dinta
kobitar chokhe jol, buker govire chinta

3.
voy nei, ar matro kota din
tomader jabotio biroktir sima otikranto
hobar agei ami chole jachssi. amar
bag gochhano sesh hoese sobe. obosso
amar ja sompotti, tate gosanor moton kisu-e nei
tinte shirt, duto pant..kisu chhera boi.

mon takeo gusie niesi pray. hu, pray
bolsi ekhono. karon jotoi toiri korte jai monke
kisher jeno ekta pisutan amake
bedhe rakhte chay. amake grash kore nite chay
apadomostok. tobu ekhono ami har manini.
ekhono lorai kore jachssi. karon amake jetei hobe.
bolo, ar koto? ar kotodin ami sobaike jalabo?

kono ek mon kharap kora sondhe belay
ami uthe porbo bus-e.
hridoy pur theke horin ghata kimba
shopno pur theke bastob nogor.......
kono ekta bus-e uthe nishchupe boshe thakbo ami.
vule jabo pesoner somosto glanir kotha,
vule jabo sei lokkhi meyetar kotha
vule jabo amar nijer nam.

porichoy harie ami tokhon ek agontuk hobo
tomader ei bastob nogor-e. amake hoyto tomra
chhure feledebe, jemonta fele dieso ageo bohubar.

ami prostuti nichssi. allahr kosom ami prostut hochssi.
amake ar kotadin somoydao. matro kotadin!!

ami kotha dichssi cholejabo. kono ek matal
sondhebelay amake grass kore felbe
agontuk holud alo. amake kan dhore tene
nie jabo bohudur. amake achssonno kore rakhbe
apadomostok.

hoyto sei somdhe belay ami kauke valobashbona.
hoyto sedin ami vul kore abar tomake
kachhe pete chaibo. hoyto abar tomake valobashar rongin
shopno sonabo.

hoyto vul kore bolbo, tomake valobashi!!
tarpor tup kore choleabo dure.......
jekhane amake ar keu-e chhute parbena!

otuku somoyki amake debe?