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“Mermaid Monologue
With tattered tail of a half forgotten root, aiming at the stars she was waving.
From a distance, a Voyager caught a glimpse of her dampen fin.
Neither of them could remember their previous sign.
He thought of guiding her the worldly way.
She used to listen minutely sitting at the bay.
He never realized the way how he turned such a saint.
She never revealed the pangs of her undiluted paint.
Never ever any spaceship returned to bring back the alien.
Neither of them came to know a violin was in play everytime in a different plain.”
―
With tattered tail of a half forgotten root, aiming at the stars she was waving.
From a distance, a Voyager caught a glimpse of her dampen fin.
Neither of them could remember their previous sign.
He thought of guiding her the worldly way.
She used to listen minutely sitting at the bay.
He never realized the way how he turned such a saint.
She never revealed the pangs of her undiluted paint.
Never ever any spaceship returned to bring back the alien.
Neither of them came to know a violin was in play everytime in a different plain.”
―
&ܴ;ইনফের্ন�"
কখনো রসনীতি� উল্ক� গাঁথতে-গাঁথতে ভেবো তো...এমনও তো হ’ত� পারে মেয়া� ফুরিয়ে নির্বাসি� হয়েছেন ঈশ্বর। জন্মের পর জন্ম...রাষ্ট্�, রে�, রুটি, রক্ত এস� ইকেবান� সাজাতে-সাজাতে হেরে-যাওয়� দলটা শুধু ধরতে পারে না, ঠি� কতটা বেলজিবাব শিরা� ঢোকালে মধুরেণ ঠেকব� সাড়ে চারশ� কোটি বলিরেখ� আঁকা মহাগোলকে� ইনফের্নো।”
― মমিস্রোত� বেহায়াসিন্হ
কখনো রসনীতি� উল্ক� গাঁথতে-গাঁথতে ভেবো তো...এমনও তো হ’ত� পারে মেয়া� ফুরিয়ে নির্বাসি� হয়েছেন ঈশ্বর। জন্মের পর জন্ম...রাষ্ট্�, রে�, রুটি, রক্ত এস� ইকেবান� সাজাতে-সাজাতে হেরে-যাওয়� দলটা শুধু ধরতে পারে না, ঠি� কতটা বেলজিবাব শিরা� ঢোকালে মধুরেণ ঠেকব� সাড়ে চারশ� কোটি বলিরেখ� আঁকা মহাগোলকে� ইনফের্নো।”
― মমিস্রোত� বেহায়াসিন্হ
“বহুদিন লিখত� না-পেরে টাইমমেশিনে চেপে ঘুরে-আস� গেছে রজঃনিবৃত্তির দেশ। দুপু� দেখত�-দেখত� নকশা� এসেছ� কীভাবে খুরপ� দিয়ে পড়ন্� শ্যাওল� থেকে উপড়ে ফেলা হব� আলগা রোদে� খুঁটি। তর্জনীতে দর� না-থাকা� গুহা� কোনো এস্রাজ এই সময়ে নদী হয়� বাজেনি� তবুও তন্হ� লা� মাটি নির্ধারি� জল� ভেসেছে বেশ্যা� নিষ্ঠা�, আর পিলেটে� আংটি গলিয়� তুমি� ছিঁড়� ফেলত� চেয়ে� চাঁদের টুঁটি। আম� এরপরেও বুঝব না, পুঞ্জাক্ষি নিয়ে� কে� আজীবন কানা থেকে যা� সব, সব ক’ট� মাছি?”
― মমিস্রোত� বেহায়াসিন্হ
― মমিস্রোত� বেহায়াসিন্হ
“Contemplation
There's a town just at the hollow of a valley,
Where fragments of my being are scattered still,
I do miss the hue, last seen while chasing a butterfly,
The fragrance I remember from a withered leafy eye.
A tune too close to tears,
A sight every frame seems like a barrier.
Alleys, spiral in nature,
And I often forget,
What it is called?
Forbidden port or
Waves of mortal sighs.”
―
There's a town just at the hollow of a valley,
Where fragments of my being are scattered still,
I do miss the hue, last seen while chasing a butterfly,
The fragrance I remember from a withered leafy eye.
A tune too close to tears,
A sight every frame seems like a barrier.
Alleys, spiral in nature,
And I often forget,
What it is called?
Forbidden port or
Waves of mortal sighs.”
―
“The Curve
There is a curve somewhere,
I am in search of,
Like the glimpse of a scythe in a mundane field,
Or the drooping fairy in form of Chinese lantern,
Sometimes it peeps through a broken door
Of some dilapidated mansion,
The reign of which now belongs to void,
And pride went past heritage.
Why on earth moses symbolizes melancholy?
I can't take my eyes off from their rebellious green,
As if it merges with my previous birthstones,
Where I was in waiting,
For the same curve,
The lost one.”
― পদ্মব্যূহে নি� অন্নপূর্ণা
There is a curve somewhere,
I am in search of,
Like the glimpse of a scythe in a mundane field,
Or the drooping fairy in form of Chinese lantern,
Sometimes it peeps through a broken door
Of some dilapidated mansion,
The reign of which now belongs to void,
And pride went past heritage.
Why on earth moses symbolizes melancholy?
I can't take my eyes off from their rebellious green,
As if it merges with my previous birthstones,
Where I was in waiting,
For the same curve,
The lost one.”
― পদ্মব্যূহে নি� অন্নপূর্ণা
“To Eliot
Beneath the skin of every colleen,
There's a snail.
It shrinks looking at another rally of candles,
Squeezes too feeling lips of her man,
Smeared with different glosses.
She screams at times,
You raise the volume of your sound system.
Ah!silence is peaceful,
Only she knows vacant silences draw the curtain.
Upon her stage,
No great crime or chivalry is performed,
As they are patent of the first race.
It's like putting out some lamps,
There's no word in dictionary
Namely hollow women.”
―
Beneath the skin of every colleen,
There's a snail.
It shrinks looking at another rally of candles,
Squeezes too feeling lips of her man,
Smeared with different glosses.
She screams at times,
You raise the volume of your sound system.
Ah!silence is peaceful,
Only she knows vacant silences draw the curtain.
Upon her stage,
No great crime or chivalry is performed,
As they are patent of the first race.
It's like putting out some lamps,
There's no word in dictionary
Namely hollow women.”
―
“. Anarchy
Peep once in a lass cave,
In labyrinth of a mermaid
And a fallen saint.
Take away her claws,
Plaster her teeth,
And enjoy the anguish
Of a wounded tigress.
It's fun you know to stand at a safe distance,
And feel the warmth of rolling tears,
Like the aborted fairies
Or nuns who are molested within God's palace.
Nothing much bothers the world nowadays,
Or time in memoriam,
Surfs will lash at the same shore,
Dews be fallen from petals of rose,
It's survival dear cub,
Better believe you are no more.”
―
Peep once in a lass cave,
In labyrinth of a mermaid
And a fallen saint.
Take away her claws,
Plaster her teeth,
And enjoy the anguish
Of a wounded tigress.
It's fun you know to stand at a safe distance,
And feel the warmth of rolling tears,
Like the aborted fairies
Or nuns who are molested within God's palace.
Nothing much bothers the world nowadays,
Or time in memoriam,
Surfs will lash at the same shore,
Dews be fallen from petals of rose,
It's survival dear cub,
Better believe you are no more.”
―
