It's Me

18.05.05

Yesterday Kolkata has had a good torrential rain after waiting for almost two weeks. Rain brought out the first poem from me. Today I bought 30 phuchkas from a local vendor and shared them with N. While taking those phuchkas I conceptualized second poem. These two were written in Bengali.Third poem is a funny one. It was thought of in metro. Strange things do happen still. This girl, I think read in class 11 or 12. Probably a marwari. We have been eyeing each other for few days now. Yesterday she was bold enough to ask me to let her see the book in my hand. I was reading ‘Interpreter of Maladies – Jumpa lahiri’ Third poem was written on that. Office timings made me change that metro and a possibility ended at inception.
I don’t have to say for whom first two poems were written.

Poem 1.

Okhaneo ki bristi pore emni taro, emon taro ?
Okaneo ki bristi pore mushal dhare jharo, jhoro ?
Ekela bosey janala pasey, amar katha mone koro ?
Amar katha porley mone udas choke takiey thako?
Okhaneo ki bristi pore emni taro, emon taro?

Ekhan theke haat-chani mor, dekhte ki paao oye okhane ?
Amar vhasa, sesab aasha, daag ki phele aajo mone?
Amar katha, amar betha, naao ki mone sangopone ?
Aaj ki tomar akul hiya, mone-r majhe prosno hane,
Jhokhon jhare ajhor jhore bristi tomar oye okhane ?

Esob kotha aabol-tabol , pagolamo ta jodio jani
Taboo to hai mon chute jai, badha shasan nahi mani.
Amay niye khelechiye sedin tumi jesab khela
Tar kheyal-ey katche dekho aajke amar sara bela.
Badla diney ghore aami, mone amar sriti-r mela.

Legends :Emni taro = like thisHaat-chani = call with hand motionSangopone = in secrecyAbol-tabol = meaningless talks

Poem 2

Mone pore tomar sathe sediner sei prothom dekha
Aar jahr bristi periye teriye tomar kache chuutte jaoa
Amaey dekhe tomar chokhe kushi-r chamak aalo jaga
Sara din-er katha-r shes-ey shes na haoa anek katha.

Sarata din phone-er pashe phone-er aashe bosey thaka
Bikel sandhya ghora-ghuri, galpo maoja aar phuchka
Premer rangin chasma chokhe rangin kato chobi aanka
Bari phire deri-r karan mithya galpo bole Dhaka

Tarpor sei tomar mukhe tomar biyer khobor paoa
Amar kache hansi mukhe tomar sei bidey chaoa
Abak hoye takiye dekhi chena mukhe achena chaya
Mone pore tomar sathe amar sei shes dekha

Poem 3.

I don’t know if it was my charm
Or interested by book in my arm
With her eyes she had me motioned
Beside the seat where she was stationed

She then plead to have a quick look
Through the story, there in book
A process that made us touch
Each other’s hand and heart as such!

Paragon of young beauty that she is
Allured me with her simple ease
I won’t call this love but still
My senses struggle with my will.

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Today is May.

I am being punished for being unable to keep secrets. As a punishment she doesnot communicate anymore. But I am accustomed to this.Am I not a fool?
But I feel whenever I try to have secrecy I am doing so to hide something which I know is wrong to do. And I am sure there is nothing wrong in loving someone. So I am not secretive about it.

N protested vigorously on my trying to shave my moustache. I told her she was third person to oppose my moustache-shaving. First was dad. Second was moti. I have slowly habituated N with the name moti. Initially N use to keep a dignified silence, now she manage to smile. I am a good trainer. And need to share my secret with N. Though she has the got the broad outline but it will need even me time to tell complete truth.

May or maynot

She has stopped communications. Is she alright ? Dont know.
My MBA exams starts from 1st June. how will I fair? Havenot had time to read much. Going through books at jetspeed. Hell lot of things to remember. its tough, particularly for someone who is reading for first time three days prior to exam, after attending office for 10 hours.