তোমায় যখন মনে পড়ে

তোমায় যখন মনে পড়ে 

মন টা ভীষণ ব্যথা করে 

অজান্তে, লুকিয়ে সবার থেকে 

চোখ বেয়ে দুই ফোঁটা ঝড়ে 

বুকের মাঝে ছোট্ট এই মন 

জলে ঘোলা ছবির মতন 

চেষ্টা করে খুঁজতে তোমায় 

পায়না খুঁজে…..

এটাই জীবন 

The Escape

There is a rickety wooden board,

slippery with water and mold,

leading to a swaying boat,

Which promises hope.

Nervous, unsure, she climbs on board.

Firming her weak foothold.

Settling on the blue wood bench,

next to a coil of rope.

Her eyes mirror the rushing stream,

swirling dregs of a broken dream.

Like rotting flowers on a temple street,

after the prayers are done.

The shore blurs with the boat's sway,

towards that fabled gateway,

where dark waters gather shine,

touched by the morning sun. 

Tangled

There is a young chap at a place of work

Baby face with a stubbled chin

It is as if a man's face

has trapped a happy kid within.

The young fellow loves a cute young girl

Dainty, delicate, pretty like a rose

She doesn't speak to the baby-faced chap

does not let him come up close.

There is another girl sitting far away

her poetic eyes a mystery urn

She wonders what babyface likes

and how can she make his head turn

A bit further, is a lanky young chap 

His eyes dancing, a smiling face

He loves the girl with the poetic eyes

His twinkling eyes, hiding his craze

Up in the skies, the angel sighs

Tired of these cross-wired flings

Droopy fingers and drowsy eyes

Slowly untangle the messed up strings. 

Deliberate Mistakes

She always spells my name wrong.

Deliberately? Probably.

Oh! she has done so all along.

Innocuously, possessively.

She calls me by a different name

Adds a pointless stammer

It is as if she is playing a game

of deliberate faulty grammar

I smile at my name, spelt wrong

laugh at the stammers and slips

to the world of wrong names I belong, 

as long as it touches her lips.