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যদি সত্যি হতে

যদি তুমি সত্যি হতে,
আসতে একটা সাদা ঘোড়া ছুটিয়ে?
যদি তুমি সত্যি হতে,
ঢাকতে আমাকে একটা সাদা চাদরে?
যদি তুমি সত্যি হতে
খেলতে আমার কপালের চুলগুলো নিয়ে?

হয়তো ধরতে দিতে তোমার কড়ে আঙুল।
হয়তো খাইয়ে দিতে একটু বুড়ির চুল।
হয়তো তুমি ভিজতে একলা ময়দানে;
আর আমি দেখতাম তোমায় অপলকে।

যদি তুমি সত্যি হতে
আগলাতে আমাকে বলিষ্ঠ হাতে,
হয়তো আমি জড়িয়ে ধরতাম তোমায় পরম আশ্লেষে।
যদি তুমি সত্যি হতে
সারাতে আমার সব ক্ষত,
হয়তো তোমার নিশ্বাস থামতো হঠাৎ আমার চুম্বনে। 

কিন্তু তুমি তো সত্যি না। 
তুমি কি শুধুই কল্পনা?
নাকি গতজন্মের প্রেমিকা?
শুধু জানি মিশে আছো আমার সত্ত্বায়; 
রয়েছ কোনও নাম না জানা ঠিকানায়; 
অথবা কোনও অশরীরী উতল হাওয়ায়। 

Posted in Poetry

The Chasm

Here, I'm sitting at a fancy restaurant.
My date bought me a nice champagne.
Painted in red, my lips leave a smirk.
I know, how to make this man more tempted.

I might spend tonight in this man's arms.
Or someone else would share coffee cups.
Maybe tomorrow I will focus on my career
And cast them aside forever.
Maybe, this month my salary will get a hike.
But I must go back to the empty house only to dine.

I travelled to this foreign land leaving behind a home,
Thinking that home was limiting me.
Neighbours think that I am soaring here high alone;
Little do they know that ambition has no mercy.

Sometimes I can't see the Sun here.
Sometimes it rains here with snow.
Sometimes the chilly wind is quite severe.
Sometimes the heat drops too low.

And I scroll through my social media
To I look for some old albums.
There I find some friends in sepia;
And I can feel the chasm.

That's why when a man gave me a note today,
"What can I get for you, Hun?"
My shivering fingers could only type back,
"I just want to see my mum."
Posted in Poetry

Broken Vows

I remember the kiss we shared
When we met for the first time and
The red envelope you handed me
With a letter of your open heart.
And I remember the last letter I wrote
And pinned with my earring
Before I left forever to chase my dream.

So, we had a promise;
A promise to build a future.
A pledge of love; left unfinished;
And a vow to grow old together.
And here we stand tonight;
Blocked on each other's device,
With dried tears on my cheeks
And broken poems in your notebook.

And you don't know
How I wish everynight
I could run back.
Run back to the alley
And hug you tight
And kiss you like the first time.
And tell you how much I want us.
How much sorry I am
For sleeping with another man
For every misunderstanding I had.

I wish I could turn the clock back.
And leave everything behind.
To get that moment again;
When I saw you for the last time;
On an August night
With hopes in our eyes
To meet again
In some foreign countryside.
And perhaps this the price
We have to pay for this life,
For every false promise we made,
For every broken vows we pledged.