-: FAILED DISCOVERER :-

Ever felt to walk through lonely lanes?,
... to find rhythm in your strides;
... to look into the world
through the falling drops of rain;
... to stretch out your arms
and actually grab the sky;
... to peep and look beyond the horizon...
And bring comfort to your loneliness.

Just close your eyes to see the eternity,
Fold your palms to hold the infinity,
Seek the "meaning of being lonely".
... And it feels to be a Discoverer.

I feel to be a discoverer;
As I rest myself on the grass of sanity
and smell the sky of vanity;
As something unknown flows through the vein,
something strange overflows the heart;
And I think and think and think.
I think so far as I can explore,
... so much as I can restore,
... so long as I'm not exiled to the mundane.

I discover what's right and what's not.
I explore through the degrees of happiness
... and desire the 'real' degrees of freedom.
As though I realise this paradox,
... what's happiness and what's freedom!!
The winds of change changes itself
... and the vision of discovery loses its path;
I flow over the waves of ages,
I look up in vain for the lost wanderer.
I breath upon the surging time
... and I discover myself as a failed discoverer...!!

IRONY !!!

The night lights a fire ahead of the moon; yet there has to be a sincere wait for the flames to give the light. You may say its irony of fate or injustice to the character of the fire but I’ll say it’s something dealing with the unexplored world of solitude.

Solitude; a word that means isolation or sometimes an exile; a word that creates a place to pacify the disturbed mind, to lament the odd events of life or simply to try to understand oneself. But the sense as a whole is so large that it involves each and every person, each and every passion, and each and every potion in a relation. Yet its simply called Solitude… Again an irony… isn’t it.

The bottom-line is that often there prevails a gap between what we provide to accomplish something, what we actually expect to be accomplished and what happens actually. To explain it say, solitude sometimes makes one think upon those people and those events that one really wants to occur for oneself but its very well known to him or her that it’s simply an Utopian thought. Bridging that gap becomes so tough, a job. People become so intent on justifying every little thing they need or seek that the fact that actuality differs greatly from the level where their vision stands escapes their attention. Like sometimes when you seek something you really keep on searching without even realizing that you don’t want it anymore. What you actually want and require has been somewhere else; a place you may never had paid enough attention to. Thus creates the gap; sometimes too big to bridge up.

Sometimes the passion of wanting something makes you fail to realize that you have everything you need or sometimes the confidence to be entirely well-equipped with the essence of life makes you so ignorant that you fail to notice that you’ve wrongly estimated yourself. These are the discrepancies, the fallacies of life which are so confusing at times that it’s too hard for us to make our game plan. One seeks to be alone just to fathom oneself and then realizes that he has moved so far from himself; he has known so wrong about his priorities; he has not known himself. Then he tries to accumulate the fragments of his own self, so long scattered, and eventually retires from his life… Irony again…

Somoyer Bhasha :-

mone-prane somoyer katha sunte chai ami..|
ei ochena somoyer bhasha
moner majhe hariye jawa otiter byartho protyasha-
ei ochena bhasha ke chinte chai ami
amar ojana niyoti ke jante chai ami..|
.................

dheu-er moton se esechilo jibone amar|
jiboner protyushe roder choan enechilo;
ar enechilo ektu bristir ushnota,
ektu mridu batasher ardrota,
chokher dristi te diyechilo
saat bochor byapi sopno rongin..
sei egaro bochor aage ekdin..|
...
tarpor kono katha na bole
kothae jeno hariye gelo se dheu;
taar thikana amake bole dilona keu..||

aaj sei proloy dhumketur moton eseche aabar,
egaro bochor por aarekbar!
osthir kore tuleche aabar,barbar..|
amar sochetonota kepe utheche;
kepe othe bachate nijer somman;
e dhumketu amar aakash korche bhed
amar jiboner matike korche aatonkito;
tai amar bhetorta aalorito..
othocho e aakash.. aajo alokito..|

tai somoyer opor amar obhiman!
haralo keno amar sondhan?
haralo keno chondo amar kobitar?
shunyo holo keno aj aamar obhidhan?
aajker dheu dhumketur bege chote,
raater sopno aatonke bhenge othe..
shunyo ajke bhabna amar,
khomota hariyeche otiter khatae!
se khatae koto kobita ache lekha-
lekha ache somoyer bhashae..|
........
ar se bhasha sikhini kobhu ami!
aajo ochena,aajo ojana,
..sudhu bose thaki opekkhae-
e dhumketu ekdin periye jabe aakasher shimana..||