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Scenery In the Period of Sound

Visual surroundings-
Some of it are monotonous -
Tiring are Some of it sometimes-
Maybe traditional scenes
Unknowingly builds the pinnacle -
Of the dreamless minaret.

Or-
Talk about rubbish
That rains incessantly
Disturbs the Subconscious.


Rather in the darkness of decade
Or-
It can be seen in the solitary silence-
Painted canvas of exquisite scenery.


Conducting these affordable scenes
Covers the retina with a lot of glitter
Landscape disoriented at the huge gathering.


Sweaty hands on a busy day
The magic of a sad face-
Awesome romantic radiance
Accustomed to seeing and done-
Splendid revealed stanzas
Still flew away by seeing-
The volatile spotted bird flies away.

When violin strings of rage and love
Frightened, bewildered- trembling all over
Frozen ice is then the lifeblood of Balmiki.


It is difficult today to be on account of-
The huge horizon of potentiality is now over
At a limit of negligible fifty meters.

The supply line is about to close
Became apprehensive-
The pure heart of the original poet
Tragic song of rare moments of the heart
On the barren desert is invisible
On the barren ground.



Then-
Rubbing the gathering dark 
I keep the latent fire burning
Dark-
As soon as I see in lightless eyes
The craftsmanship of the antique building woke up
Lying in a black boat on the chest of Padma-
Excellent co-existence with salty body
Of the farmer with the bundles of paddy
Beautiful scene of love on the waterbody.

When meditating in the dark-
Embodies the arrangement of scenes
One after another-
As if it were an illusory movie-
The memorable past displayed.


Slipping hands, rolls down-
The wonder freak of time
Measures the distance of time-
The complex magic of loneliness.

On the wall of careless white building
Painted the rusty copper grating
Cold air mixes with its hot air.

Snarling of cruel time-
All the traumatic events-
The evil wound makes tired
The sad eyes of the Sirius-
By disturbance of fly buzzing
Being extremely disturbed-
Chooses he voluntary exile
The simple heart of the unique worker.



Melting the long arm of the cruel time
Falls down-
The plaster of the decaying building
Of Baliati Palace- 
Tears rolled by its Salty brick-dust.
Distant becomes near through binoculars-
Far distant star becomes nearer 
In the illusory binoculars of the eyes
It looks so beautiful- 
The Reflection of the ancient house.

Noise of the crowd-
The huge noise of the crowd
The hall is full of noise
Yet he is the eye of the mind
Seeing through illusory binoculars-
In the dry canal of Mayapur
Sound of the beautiful rainy season.


Suddenly-
Murmured and called out-
Flows-
And in the darkness of night
Fills her dry body
Swells up the chest waves
The exuberance of life flows
In the presence of innumerable stars
Stares at its water-
That is the bright full moon.


Lots of crowds, huge views
Yet the particles of light in the sad mind-
Dimly glows-
Pushes into the illusory world-
Dawn in the fog
Twilight in the evening in the Gallinule's call
In Coucals’ loud groaning
Broken is the day’s silence
In the chest of night-
In the flickering light of the firefly
Lonely Black Heron recognizes the path-
In its ‘wag-wag’ sounds-
The silence of the night gets broken.

Submerged in the instrumental noise-
Fleeing life in the frown of words
The fish market licks and eats 
The Soul of Silence- 
The subconscious mind is overwhelmed
On the wall of the monotonous scene
Yet there is a lonely Sirius soul-
Meditating –
In the unseen colorful world.

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Didn'T Want To Come

Leaving very comfortable warmth
I didn't want to come
Forcefully I have been sent to
The blazing fire of the earthen furnace 
Even there was no relief of huge crying
From the bone crushing claws of the Harpy eagle.

Seeing a lot of claptrap and complexity
Seeing the dirty politics of knotting pubic hair
Sent myself to the solitary forest from scratch
To be lonely in this manner is the best in the world
Staying inside the shell like a snail is an immaculate beauty. 

From the time of arrival there was a rush to go back
However, Chand Miah , the fact is that-
At the time of departure, looking back-
I don't know where, I see a hard twist,
I feel a pathetic pull inside.

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A Silent Viewer

Scenes within the limits of vision-
Gardens, flowers and the abstract songs of leaves
Their ways of life
The unseen cover of difference
With many languages in mind
I see their silent family ties.

My inner self-
As if an illusory mirror-
Looking meditatively
It also looks with strange eyes-
Stares at a stranger.

The night grows darker-
In the chest of the night-
With a lantern in hand, it searches for 
Or-
Rotates like a radar to find
The extreme art of oyster-pearls combination.

Tired is a night-bird of groaning
In the gap of leaves
Alive is the night-
Blows its aquatic wind -
I see the Moon-
Rolling down my fingers
Stars are looking with sleepy eyes

Silent bricks of the building-
Absolute despair in their eyes-
All the answers written in their silence.

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Breathing of Endangered Days

Now search the song of roof-making
The consolation of a slow day-
Romantic body of the Olive Barb in sight
Of Bioscope smeared colorful childhood-
Is the Cheerful voice. 

Now in the cataract 
The hum of flying flies-
The wonder Spell-
Spreading fragrance seeks sexual pleasure.
In Copper ground- 
Passionate craftsmanship of baffled muslin
There is a deep breath of darkness. 
Shady damp wind
Raise huge Mace in its hairy hands.

Now the smoke coil of death flies- 
Lolling flames- 
Crackling and flying tongue of crematorium wood
Welcome to its thirsty body. 

There is huge laughter in the death house 
At the door of the bloodshot eyes in hard liquor
The last heaven of the convicted Raicharan.
 
The allure of Dodder revolves around the swing 
Windmill suction engine-
Ejaculation of Machineries – 
Corporate animals seek satisfaction.
 
The breeze of the past Scattered- 
Suddenly with the regret of dull sex- 
The tail of the flying kite is lost 
The red magic barrel is lost 
Once lost the lofty youth.
Still why does it sound?

The melody of the bell rings
In the intense heat of the day?
Regret the day with broken bones-
Stuck in the waterlogging of Nirvana
The breathing system is collapsed.

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Alone In the Dim Moonlight

A falling leaf breaks the deep silence of night 
Wakes up the two sleeping cubs of a dove
The soundless soft leaves are restless in the gentle breeze.
 
The wind car blows into the curtain of fog 
Breaking the simple rhythm of night’s silence, 
Deeply mourns a sleepless bird far away
The cub enters into the warmth of feathers.

Secretly and silently, I am here the romantic dreamer
What a wonderful scene in the harvested field
The flying firefly's mirage is the light color
The decaying dim light of the past youth moon
The half-moon light glows in the depth of loneliness
As I walked, I came across a lake full of fish
Melted moonlight falls in Indian Oak and Cane forest.

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Complex Deed of Loneliness

Water color-
Aquatic life-
By drinking water solution
This is me now-
Immersed in the waterbody
But I listen-
Endless call of endangered Jacobin cuckoo
Dry throat-
The crest of hopeless fog.


The Cobra wind in the window-
I give heed to the breathing of the closed walls 
Four walls staring at each other -
Eyes on a gloomy evening?
Decaying time in the heat of the incense burner
Frightened by fear - fleeing birds.


Sad crow of the time to flies
Seeing all the emptiness
Oh, what a crow life-
Endangered glands.

Cheeks rolled up inside
Frightened snails on their hind legs
The spiral prisoner of life.

In the foam of the clown's high-pitched words
Stuck-
The normal speed of a flowing river
In the journey of tomorrow-
The direction and speed change.

But why so many incense burners
So many worships are organized
The smell of alcohol in the drunken air?

The light of distant stars
Erodes in the knot of times
Fixed at a distant point-
The evening feathers flew
On the shores of poetry.
Desire swims with strong obsession
Happy Holi game smears color
On the romantic skin of impeccable beauty!

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Feelings, Bizarre Feelings

A feeling is born inside me-
A lot of feelings-
Clotted blood trampling feelings 
volatile, formless yet formidable desires of Rainbow spreading in the wide horizon.

Clutching on to your heart 
Your faint sounds of love 
Its humming makes the longitude of my desolate still tower of the silent night. 

Ever become a boatman on a huge river 
I hoist sails over the living Nile 
The vibrant white sails of the boat of mind
Moving vessel is basically a dreamy delicate lamp of lifespan running out of oil.

The awakened veins burn in the Latent heat of sleeping volcano 
The specific heat spent for one liter of sleeping blood 
To raise its temperature by only one degree 
The hidden desires of my soul fall down like broken wings
In the melody of the music makes shedding tears.

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Destination: the High Mound of Kapildanga

The old pain in the skull seems to be
heading Kapildanga means 
a mound with a high plaque 
The mound surrounded by a wall is not far away!

Badu, Kalu, Falu, Yadali's parents are always there
The game is over, he said.
Assalamualaikum ahelal kubur. 
There have been many changes in these years in Kapildanga
Broken are many branches of the Blackboard tree next to it
Its leaves became yellow, 
The surrounding forest has been cleared,
The sudden oozing of the spotted Dove of salty fig bushes,
A song of amorous cuckoo ripping through the still air
The sound of the rushing water,
Gallinules's cry, lament 
The recently disappeared ‘Tub Tub’ sound of the Watercock
Gently pulls me to the past holding my hands.

Let me go then, Salam!
Crossing the bank of Saipara lake
If I Walk along the side of Namavita
Surrounded by a wall with high plaque of Kapildanga
Is not supposed to be far away.

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Rainfall and Life

Started the huge rain-
Drunk with the stream of heavy water fall
The great Valley of Kunjaban is inundated.

Then the heavy downpour ended
Raindrops hanging on the leaves
As if it is nothing but my own life
Swinging on the turmoil of Uncertainty.

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Days Go By In the Stream of Sunlight

Then your falling youth
How pitiful!
In long-term use-
Suspending, feeble breasts-
Obsessed, nostalgic-
Recalling the lustrous sunlight.

There grows- 
The line of oblivion of quarter century
There grows-
In the line of the setting sun.
As if the rays coming from hidden gold under dust
And it scatters into wonder light rays.

The beautiful rainbow remains suspended 
In the stream of light of the blue sky
Smears the melody of a bow on its body.
The lust of a voluptuous woman
Diminishes off in the horizon
At the end of the day
The majesty of a pigeon
Returns to its nest
With exhausted flying wings
At the end of the day.

The drunk hem of the sari
Flies on the roof
The silver rays of light remain playful
Play in the dancing style
Breath in the burning sweat point after fall
Life searches for nirvana in exhalation.

But-
The bright day hides in the darkness of night
Then days go by, just go by
And the sprouted youth horse tramples
The pitiful shadow of old grandfather.