archie's thoughts

the old record
is it too old to play the song
the ashes of the cigar
is it too burnt to give me the feeling of smoke
and the smoke u see in the clouds
of the pirate ship that never sank aloud
amidst the seas, amidst the blue
is it still afloat?

the red pictures in the dirty album
and red enough to forge the men in them
dead or alive,
in the memories brightt..
or they too have become reddish to fade away
and archie thinks and thinks today

the roads that goes, they return
but they do not cary the people who went
the people who passed by
no matter how u try
and archie tried too..to hold back his father
and now he counts him amidst the evening star..
and no more words he can say
archie just thinks something today

hotath lekha kobita

kalnto dupur, megh gur gur

akash kalo kalo

baje barota, du ek fota

bristir chat elo.

janla kopat, jhopat jhopat

hawai kore nrityo

bristir chate, bhije gelo khate

geometry r brittyo..

khola chatai, gacher patai

tup-tap koto music

rasta eka, neiko dekha

kono sulogna paramanick.

mithye kotha, premer byatha

hrodoyer ek kona

nistobdhota, chokhe chokhe kotha

smritir anagona

ebar,

dupur shanto, hawa boddho

uttopto nagari

bristir sheshe, kobita eshe

milemishe jeno kichuri

Evaded.....

Her shining eyes and you shall melt
the atti-tude that got you knelt
As her heels sound tlok-tlok-tlok
everyone turns to take a look.


she has a shining eye.. that lay hidden behind the dark glasses of about -5.25 powers. from the Hairs crowding over her face,she often peeps out to see the dudes proposing her friends..while she stays behind the tree..smiles away the gentle pain.. and turns her heels. But her heels neither sounds tlok-tlok-tlok..nor does anyone turn.. except the swift breeze giving her company. she has got the old fashioned shoes.. with platforms...the colors of which have almost faded..faded to negligence.

she dances like the fairies do
and fumbles in the shades of blue
and the nails so nice.. and the lipstick shines
with the stylish people she would dine..

aditi has to dance..dance.. haha.. yes. that would be the reaction of the people.. she knows.
she once learnt kathhak when she was young.. but people wnat jazz nd salsa today.. "and then she would fall off and they would laugh".. she thinks.. as she starts painting. the white canvas.. the brushes.. and she wants it blue.
Feeling blue.. the white sheet is soon fumbled in shades of blue..she loves it. she bits her nails.. "will it ever end up in the art gallery?".. she thinks.. she doenst want it to end up .. maybe. There is too much of herslef in it.
Its 10.30 at night.. she coems at the dinign hall.. dinner is served at the table..
.. she sits alone in her chair of the corner.. munches in the roti and tarka..

and the world would follow her steps
they shall smile with smile on her lips
the outer shell is all they see..cuz they're blind
the magic remains hidden inside...

she moves up in her room. thenew place that's home to her for the past 6years of her life.with none to follow her.. and play hide and seek...she locks the door.and turns her back. the scattered books on the bed.. she arranges her table, makes her bed.. grabs a chair and sits down.
a photograph caught her eye.. she picks it up from the floor.
and she smiles...
the memories of her childhood..pours down like an offseason rainfall. how life used to be.. how they wlaked from skool and in riany dyas they would intentionally get drenached... followed by a hard scolding of mom. and in the name of " study together" they would play carrom or chess or dwell upon the puli pithas..
and after the bikeler khela session.. they would all gather round the local chop dokan.. and get hold of chops with "muri" ... she still doenst know the english of muri.. maybe she had heard.. she doenst want to use.. doesnt want to remeber..

taking out her laptop gradully she opens her blogs.. and writes down the above written. Blogs r open forums but she knows here too no one shall folow her..and the the wordsshall be unspokes, unheard and unread ....

Hotochhara..

ajkal tui boro hotocchara.. jokhon ja bolbo thik tar ulto ta korbi..
jokhon boli kal ashish ajj porte jabo.. omni porar shomoy eshe hazir ( jodio mone mone ami shetar jonyo jothesto dhonyobad toke janai)
bari firchi.. amar pichone ekta shundor dekhte chele panjabi pore.. arr chokeh takabo kina tai bhabchi.. omi kotha theke ure eshe jure boshli.. badhyo hoye amay darate holo.. dokaner pashe.. oo berie gelow.. ish amar dekhao holo na
( dekhleo emon ki hoto ke jane.. tao.. tui na parish bote)
shedin sharata bikel tor payer nupur shobar kane bejeche.. shobai shunte shunte bore hoye geche.. toke bole kina chole ja.. ami tor nch dekhechi ... chom chom shobto shune geyechi onek gaan gun gun kore ( linkin park er in the end chilo.. ekta naam na jana band er " ami tomar shhe ekla hote chai") ... tui mind korishni to doer kotha.. plzz korishna..

majhe majhe khub raag hoy tor opor.. keno nahoy nai bollam.. iccha kore dhroe koshai duto chor.. birokto kore tulish amay majhe majhe .. but tui nah thakleo chole na..
your frangnance fills me with sorrow.. the rythmic melody makes me sad depressed... but i love it. and i love you.

drainer jole dhopash dhopash shobto.. tui proe jacchis majhe majhei.. golir mukhe jekhane ekgada jol jome.. cycle rickshawr pahnch phanch.. shekhaneo tui achis.. shob jaigai nak na golale chole na nare?.. kodin paa pichle alur dom hobi.. tarpor toke dkehteo pabo na r...

Bristi tui ajkal eto hotocchara keno re?

holei baa hotocchara ami tao je toke khub bhalobashi!

amay chere jash ne...

Mother

Don’t leave me alone, not another night

Don’t disperse amidst the world outside

Don’t crown urself in the throne of the filth

Mother, don’t suicide just for wealth

And in their eyes the nasty glance

And those cruel hounds seeking for prey

On your innocent lips their filthy eyes dance

Mother, why don’t you run away?

I know, how you cry

As you put that fake smile upon your face

I know, how you lie

As you say you love disgrace

I know how you sigh

As you see my dreams come true

I know how you try

And you try again, to break through

and fianlly, away from me, away you go

to place where the roads cannot follow

And I try to clutch your hand

But In the glowing room alone do I stand

a thousand words i wish to speak

bursting inside, in a furious moan

everything is black, everything is bleak

the grief is bringing me down...

And my blood spills, my veins strain,

And my eyes tend to close to see The justice

Burning in the fire of anguish and pain

last words you said “forget me, in that is bliss”

Oh yes! Untouchable, she was, to the world of sanes

The world that had made her the deadly cocaine

But once mother, once I wish you would have seen

That You were always mygoddess divine

shei...

shei sur... shei banshiwala
ami shutne chai shei odbhoot behsuro shur ...
shei bashiwala take dkehbo je age roj pothe pothe ghurto..
r shei shomoy jokhon ronbindronath choto chilo ba jokhon thakuma ra jeto skoole
tokhon shei khelnawalai chilo tader shahrukh khan
ami dkehte chai shei banshiwalatake..
jar bashi shune preme poreche koto namnajana pakhi
dupur bela.. she jokhon ghonta nere, kadhe bag dulie astoo
chaad theke upor hoye dekhto shobaai..
r khelar sheshe.. shondhyar lonthon jokhon ghore ghore joleche
shei alote ek odrissyo chayamanush hoyee milie jeto golir sheshe
shei banshiwala... shei shei tomader dupurer pothik ke ami dekhte chai
je ajo pothe pothe ghore kadhe bag jhulie, hathe tar ekhono shei purano bashi
shei purono shure kolkata r bhaase na keno boloto/?
buser aawaz e tar ghonta r ajkal shona jaina....
she ajo hoyto pothe ghore.... pothe ghore ,nijer mukh lokabar jonyo...
kono ek south cityr arale

a thousand

a thousand roads to overcome....
a thousand cliffs to explore
a thousand mountains to feet upon
and then success shall roar.

thousand miles to go
before i can sleep
thousand tears to sow
to find joy, in the deep

a thousand sleep less nights
a thousand hold on tights
a thousand hardship fights
a and a thousand love bites.

a thousand loyalties to break
before u call it betray
a thousands lifes to stake
before death comes your way

a thousand kisses of mom
a thousand deaths of the dome
a thousand tears to shed
and a thousand pictures shall fade

a thousand year old thee
and a thousand year old me
let it always , liek this be
a thousand, only a thousand, i shall see..

The Beatles

I first caught up with the name of " the beatles" in my G.K book when i was probably in the 2nd or 3rd grade...

according to me , they were then : unimpressive, sleepy , old-fashioned and did not create a stir in the heart... ( i think thats what i listen to music for)

on 6th grade i got a pc in my place... and one of ma bro's uploaded this hell lotta songs of santana, beatles, julio iglesias, enigma, deep forest, don manclean, deff leopard , john lennon, bob dylan, gypsy king............ and a lot more.

I was pretty bored the 2nd day i checked them out.. and that folder remained unopened for about 12 months.. or more,.. no its probably 2 years...

I prepared my tatses for greendya nirvana lp.. and the modern rockers that prevailed then...

when i wa sin 8th grade.. I felt that i donno the basics of english music.. to be a true fan .....

several days passed... once while i was going thru the comp just liek dat.. i checked out that folder.. and one sudden day i started listening the beatles...

It was a form of blue music.. and the rhythm was very nice and cheerful indeed.. a different tune, a different melody, something to sing along... something just old fahsioned yet it is damn rocking...

and now a day would not pass when i wont tune into beatles, specially, and check them out.. exploring varieties day by day..

however, i still dont like the doors..i think my tastes r yet to change,...

I am running

Life has never been so busy before...

hanging out, laying back, leisure... i seek them nowadyas,

i used to avoid them before...

is it supposed to go this way.. is it supposed to get boring day by day.. no mysteries to be unveiled?...no more stories to be written?.. the old routine is to be followed?

and the old question is to be asked... how long?

last time i asked it.. i was bored of free time and leisure..

now i'm kind of tired and out of track...

Innocent Pearl

Pearl is seeked from beneath the oceans , they lay hidden in those tiny shells. and the pearl divers dive in to get such shells risking their lives...

I remember reading the story about pearl diver when i was in 6th grade. I was never too impressed by the story.. how can a study book actually impress a "STUDENT" .. thats quite not possible.

In those days life was an innocent pearl. Life is a pearl tooo now, but not innocent anymore. you must b wondering why am i calling my life a pearl..a pearl lays hidden in those unexplored ground of the mighty oceans..
1.Pearl= unexplored ( unless its found) = life
2.Pearl : Its a strong thing and can't b broken easily = life : cant b destrroyed easily .. , unless u .desire....and it is pretty strong
3.Pearl : though its a sea creature production but is misused by humans = life : though its a god or superhuman or maybe produced by others , is misused by us....
4. pearl : loses her beauty as soon as we inculcate it = life : loses her innocence as we grow older
5. Pearl: If it remians unexplored it gradually gets destroyed int he shell and if its explored it dies of misuse = life: doenst it too get destroyed, sooner or later? unexplored or explored

maybe there r so mnay other things that life can b compared too.. howeva nothign comes to my mind apart from pearl.. and as i was reading something about tears i remember
when the angels cry their tears turn into pearls...
and as this human cries her tears turn into the suffocation that gradually kills.. gradually destroys, ruins euphoria...... I wish my tears too would come out like pearls and shed off the pain.. but it just refuses to abide by my desires.. now. The tears remain invisible.. and that fake smile reigns upon the face.

I wish i were the innocent pearl, that neevr loses her smile.. but its pretty impossible.. = life.

romantically challanged

Hello. I'm a street. a street that often remains dark and quiet in the evening. with not a huge triumph crowd following.. they have fan followings, those rockstars of the world out there.. I do have a crowd follwoing too lol. but not to worry to care about me.. but to demolish them beneath their shoe soles...munch on me.. and galvanise me ( they all it modification) but the pitch and sand.. but again thats what i'm made for.. and thats the way the world goes around.
there's a new trend in the city.. do u know

whats this new trend.. that you have to have a boyfrined?.. or is it love as they claim?.. Love.. huh.. how can it be love.. because my iamgine , my dreams, my thoughts about lvoe does not even coincide one percent to this new trendy " LOVE"...
sneaking out of colleges and skools, bunkign tutions.. they go to these romantically challanged palces.. ( the places were famous but now they r romantically chalanged).. and I'm one such romantically challanged place..I have seen the end and beigging of many such trendy loves. they hold hands, and share personal moments. I see them all ... they cheat on each other ...they lie , they fraud.. I see them all. they harrass, they torture... they often try to molest the girls.. i can't help but i see them all..all happening wide open in fornt of my eyes but all i can do is stare. and cannot turn off the dirty film going on... not that it is dirty always.
my idea of first love... when i met the street in the neighbourhood.. hehe. I'll continue with that story later on. However, the idea of lvoe is no mroe alive in me. they lay in the ruins of dark ashes... called romance.. I would once romance with the sky above. I would liek to at least. and once and for all.. I shall be happy ... eternal happiness.
My dreamt version of lvoe was -----
I know she doenst love me, but still i love her.
Not because, she will ahve to lvoe me back , but because i want to be with her forever... just as a bystander.

However, perhaps landing back to reality, since that is not possible.. i lay remain.. quiet and clam as ever.. a street , which is often called lover's point, love birs cage.. and so so..a street, which is by now romantically challanged.

I stood and stared.. avoiding others..

heart aches, it really aches today
it really as i think of this day
the sudden breeze of the silent eve
from the tree there falls a tiny leaf
it remains unnoticed, on the road
it could not bear the heavy load
unnoticed, unbotherd.. it lies on the ground
the buses and tarms pass out like the hounds.
and in those crowd buses and trams
i could see those cruel eyes
the leching eyes of that guy of the slum
I flee , i run to avoid seeing..everything
but the leaf if lays then and there
and as she leaves my hand and rushes to catcht he bus
to be with those cruel and unworthy men
or women, or children even they r blind today
i stood there, with the onstant gaze of the slayer of the slum'
and i forgot about the hound and hiz gaze
and i stood and stared and beside me there laid the leaf.

I stood and stared....

and in the last hours, time seemed to run so fast
the moments just did not lasst
one moment we were all standing and howling
screaming and dancing to the music of euphoria
next moment... it was all gone with the wind.
and it did not last too long. a sip of wine and it was gone forever.
is forever the right word to use?.. i dont know..
i think i'm still living in my last hours.in those last hours.
she turned her heels.. i clutched her.. she grabbed me back for a last hug.
do you ever feel that it was the last hug.. or you felt liek just another hug .
like those we had in skool time.. i just stood and stared.
i knew it.. glimpses of tear ... a sad face ... i wa snot smiling too
i am not smiling now... but neither do i cry
they r all unhappy thinking about it.. am i thinking
i think so , 'coz im writing this right now...
and then she left with all us stunned
stunned were them, i was stoned
and all the frnds cried and moaned
but i just stood and stared........................