Janina

Chenashona badhon chariye jai, 

                          bot, jhuri namai matir govire!

akre dhorar probol iche, 

                          sange pak-pakalir tan!

achre pori akre dhore, 

                          lagle laguk kada!

bhijle bhijuk dalpala sob, 
                          oder aj snan korar bela!


notun alote gaye laguk, 
                                notun hawa
khusir domok,
                    achre poruk buke
kanna katir bela sesh, 
                             ai nobin-boron kori,
dhuye muche saf hok,
                             ja kichu anaboshyok

Devii Durga Stuti

Durga Stuti

"Yaa Devii Sarva Bhuuteshhu
Shakti Rupena Sansthita
Namas Tasyai Namas Tasyai
Namas Tasyai Namo Namah"

"O Mother!
Thee, who is present everywhere,
thee who is the embodiment of power and Energy!
I Bow to Thee! I Bow to Thee! I Bow to Thee!" -- http://www.dollsofindia.com/library/durga/

Lust

At times when stray thoughts and raging scent of yours, clouds the mind with the memory of only weekend spent together in a trance, it just doesn’t seem like last week. Feels like a year has probably passed since then.

The lustful soul relies on those ragged and jagged memory while the eager heart waits with selfish vigor for the unnerving allure of seductive tigress in the wilderness. 

Why?

what u doing? sitting alone in the dark

waiting for the moments to embark!

rushing down the hall, a flood of emotions,

bloody nose and a pair of shaky hands.

why don't they stop calling your name?

can't they anticipate a gentle nod of shame!

and while you tear away in a gust,

it's about time they feel the boiling rust!

when you keep crawling down the same old road.

with fear, anxiety and a ruthless vagrant hoard.

what do you expect to find, except for

fornication of guilt and lure for some more!

The face and the mask

The face and the mask signify a constant tussle between self and the self-proclaimed. A growing rift between Mukh and Mukhosh. The appearance may in some cases probably be intermittent but the effects undoubtedly far reaching for all. Even when it is buried deep inside the darkest of conscience after years of refinement, the web of mystery always sticks to the skin. Either learn to live with it or be prepared to be chased by it for eternity.

 It is a structured layer of defense to the darkest corner of the mind. Each segment represents a face to the outside world, varying by the degree of penetration the spectator holds. Each and every individual among us probably has it. The very stratum of this hypocritical society is glued with it; witness and performer alike.

These typical arrangements sometimes do posses a challenge when the implanted face suddenly finds prominence and refuses to buzz from the lime light. So begins the tug of war. The eternal good now stands to question its own makings. The creation slowly but surely overpowering the creator imparts its own wisdom and strength along with the darkest of desires. 

The metamorphosis is now complete. 

Ironically the very creator who earlier succumbed to the slow yet determined encroachment of the “face” now finds solace in those very corners which incubated the victorious in the first place. The painstakingly slow healing process of battered self takes its own due course of time until at some point it becomes powerful enough to challenge the adversary. 

Without realizing much; this constant whimsical alterations between the face and the mask becomes a controllable habit after years of conscious and unconscious effort of the duo. They become interchangeable with a panache eventually. The chemistry is as deadly as it can get. The ensuing fire due to the friction attached raises the possibility of burning both along with bunch of other folks having no knowledge whatsoever of the transformation. A cynic would put collateral damage estimate to a modest figure but the devastation is already done with irreversible effects.

There are times when a little willing self retrospection is indeed required to discover the true self, the belongings and the cognizable surroundings. It is always a sad but enduring process of rediscovery.

"And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?"

Faltering steps but a shoulder to lean and take rest. Eyes closed and it's wet everywhere, the trees, buildings.

Tui

kommo kothin, dhommo kothin.
sohoj sudhu ghonta!

dharapat nipat jak,
ai, chati tor thont ta!

paye hatis, naki urte chas?
moyur hobi, naki khamta nach?

konta dhori, konta chari,
bristi tokhn ilseguri......

Feeling

so you have got the feeling now baby,
                                  a feeling to miss me true.
the nights have grown longer lusting,
                                  just a memory to pass it through.

gentle sweep of air notwithstanding,
                                  they brush my lips with blue.
the remembrance is terrible baby,
                                  i certainly yearn for you.

holding myself prisoner of this faith,
                                  i smoke things for cure.
sanctum sanctimonious of your soul baby,
                                  how can it be so pure?

Guilt

I was on a guilt trip, until i realized i am in love.
the story is quite the same, from that point so far.

your boyfriend was angry, last I heard he was mad. 
Oh baby, don't you worry, he will not make you sad.

the clothes we bear and the thoughts we care.
let's go out, find a place, tomorrow we can share!

care for a laugh? or maybe a long drive to nowhere,
should we find  enough reasons or do we make love?