BHALOBASHAR PALOK

Bhalobasha ek pakhir dana theke khoshe pora

Paloker mato bheshe bheshe eshe porlo tomar

O amar majhkhane. Sei palok niye kato sursuri,

Khunshuti - kalite dubiye kato kichu lekha.

Tarpar sei palok boier bhaje rekhe dilam kichudin.

Shukno hoye khoshe porlo tar ekta ekta roa.

Bhenge gelo kalite dubiye notun kore likhte giye 

Tar dantita. Ekhon se mukh thubre pore achhe

Ajatne, abahelai. Ar kono pakhi dekhina akashe

Urte, jar dana theke khoshe porbe arekta palok. 

Sarater neel akash, barshar ghanaghata, bidyuter

Chamkani, grishmer jhalsano rode - kono kichhui 

Ar pakhider dana theke palok fele na. Asole boshe

Achhi amra ek neelkantho pakhir apekkhai. Swarger

Debotar ashirbad saho jodi ashe abar neel bichhuran
Niye ek bhalobashar palok. Antorer arti diye tule debo
Tomar haate sei aschrja pakhir palok.

Abar... ...

PARAJANMA

"Bal bal bal tor keu nei
Bal tor keu nei..."
Jore jore gaanta bajchhilo
FM radiote... .... ...

Hashi pai, keu je nei ta bolte habe keno ?
Sotyi jar keu nei se tho ta se nijei jane
Uchhisto se, barja padartha ba condom
Byabohar kore fele deoa, tyag kara, chhibre kara
Payer talai mariye jaoa
Ekta jinish ba ekta manusher abashishtangsho .

Prithibi tar dike takiye heshe othe
Gadhar mato nijeke byabohrito hote diye
Ekhon hashyospad.
Boka manushtake dekhe geye othe,
"Bal bal bal tor keu nei
Bal tor keu nei..."
Haate haate karatali, taale taale.

Tobu, hoito keu kothao achhe
Je fele deoa jinish diye, katumkutum diye ,
Ghar sajai !
Tar...i khoje benche thaka
Tai jatoi boluk, ekbar...o bolbona
"Bal bal bal tor keu nei
Bal tor keu nei..."
Hasleo na, jor korleo na
Ekbar...o bolbona.

Hoito e janme noi - parajanme

Ay Re Dugga Ghare Ay

Dugga boshechhilo pa dubiye
Noukor goluiye
Char chhelemeye chhoriye chhitiye
Chhilo boshe
Nadir du pashe lokaloi janapad
Fire fire ashe,
Kothao andhokar kothao alo jwale,
Manushgulor mlan mukhe
Hashi fute othe Maa aschen bole .

Boitarani par hoye pa rakhen martye,
Sange char chhelemeye
Baba achhen anek pechhone
Martye namben kina ke jane... .....

Paye paye eshe pare thakurdalan
Boshechhilo chatale
Kato loke bale,"Dugga eyechhish ?
Tor kati holo chhelemeye ? "
Dugga heshe koi," Chhiloi tho charti
Ekhono ache sei kati..i"

Mone mone bhabe Dugga
Sara bachhor takiye thaka
Bachhorer ei din koita
Ashbo fire ei chatale
Koilashete mon tekena
Buk bhorabo
Martyaloker ei batashe.

Duhat bariye
Baper barir sobai bale
"Ay re Dugga ay re ghare,
Lakkhi Saraswati ay re tora
Ay re ay Ganesh Kartik,
Alo kore charidik."

Palake jabe chole chardin
Nabamir nishi jeno katena kakhono
Bidaikhane boli hai... ... ...
Ay re Dugga ghare ay
Bachhor bachhor ghare ay.

BHESHE JAOA

Akasher rastao ebrokhebro
Megheder gaye palok khodano
Elomelo monta thokkor khete khete
Epashe opashe jai je bheshe
Jak na bheshe, jak na bheshe
Jedike khushi
E jibon jai jodi hawai bheshe
Jak na

Paloker mato hawai bheshe
Monta jeno dikbhranto
Kotha theke shuru kothai je sesh
Porbe achhre giye paharer buke
Hatat hawar dolai dolai
Bhashte bhashte jabe alor rekhai
Jedike khushi
Jai jodi se diganta periye
Jak na

E jibon hai kato kichhu chai
Pabe ki pabena bojhena tho hai
Ichhegulo kuriye kuriye
Sajiye rakhe je moner pardai
Pabar ashai pabari ashai
Tobu mon bheshe jai ure jai
Jedike khushi
Janena jibon kiser akakhankai
Jak na
Ta se
Jak na

FERA

Firte giye... ... ...
Pechhone takiye dekhi
Setugulo sob
Dau dau kore purchhe

Tai fera holona

Tomar dak shona sattweo.... .... ....

GAAN

Ekta ichhe bere othe moner bhetor
Hoito adhara thakbe se jibanbhor
Tabu se ichhe niyei gare jai khelaghar

Kure kure khai, ure ure jai
Chheye thake se amari antar

Shikto korona ashrute se ichhe
Bhalobashai dheke dio je take
Futbo futbo koreo foteni je ekhono
Ei ekti kuri baki ekhono fotar

Hoito konodin kono dur deshe
Kaya pabe sei ichhe
Montake niye se boshbe ekpashe
Adhara ichhe chheye thak antar
Jemon paprite lukiye thake je bhromor

GAAN

Bolbo bolbo boleo, katha bala holona
Chhera taare kata ghuri, dol khai batashe
Sandher footpathe, kato manush ashepashe
Kolahole gopone, katha bolte parlam na
Kachhe giyeo bolbo bolbo kore bala holo na


Moner katha thake je moner majhe
Ekta damkal jai chole ghanta bajiye
Dekha holo tomar sathe, manusher bhire
Hatat dekhar bhalolagai, guitarer taar uthlo beje
Moner katha thake moner majhe, ar moner gumre othe kanna
Bolbo bolbo koreo se katha bala holona

Sandhe govir hoi sharer buke
Neoner alogulo jhimiye pare
Duto kak barandar kone neerer khoje
Anek kichhui chhilo, na bala katha
Bolbo bolbo koreo, holo na bala
Shuru holo abar, sei ekaki path chala

SHISHIRER SABDA SHUNI... ....

Shishirer sabda shuni panjor bhed kore
Sudhu tomar katha mone kore
Kartiker heem, sada chador bichhiye,
Kare ahwavan bhikarir mato
Shuye thake mather opore
Hoitoba ekta pencha deke othe govir raate

Paye paye jege othe Mandakini
Shuni tar kal kal dhwoni
Alosh mandakranta chhande
Neme ashe himabaher ga beye
Patharer hridoy shikto kare taar nupurer nikkon
Shishirer sabda shuni panjor bhed kore
Sudhu tomar katha mone kore

Madhyanner surjo galito momer ushnata niye
Chhoriye dei ek param om shorire shorire
Prithibir samasta manusher rome rome
Avrakuchir mato chik chik kare narom aloi
Aparanhyo dhire dhire neme ashe
Jiboner khayishnuta niye; heem pare -
Shishirer sabda shuni panjor bhed kore
Sudhu tomar katha mone kore

Govir raater kaboshno uttape
Jakhon nidra joriye dhare andhokarke
Akash chhoriye thake mathar opore
Ek aparthib neel alo chheye thake
Abar ashbe jodi esho ei khane
Jioner satya udghatito habe hridayer uttape
Tup tap shishir jhore pore,
Shishirer sabda shuni panjor bhed kore
Sudhu tomar katha mone kore
Uthbe nutan surjo praner spandane

JANMADIN

Tumi chan korte korte bhabbe
Ami tomar opor diye ure jachhi
Tumi ranna korte korte bhabbe
Ami tomar opor diye ure jachhi
Tumi janala diye takale
Dekhbe ami tomar opor diye ure jachhi
Jete jete tomar dikei takiye achhi

Bhabbe tumi ei tho ashbo
Dhorbo tomar gala joriye
Jodi namte na pari e dharadhame ?
Ure chole jai onyo konokhane ?
Kandbe ki tumi amar janye ?
Bhashbe ki bhalo mone mone ?

Aschhi, aschhi, ei tho elam
Eto taratari bolbo chollam ?
Nah, ta habena
Jwalabo aro kata din
Sabe tho gelo unokoti kaje
Unashat bachhor - bachhor tho noi
Jeno ek ekta din
Bhabbte bhabbtei chole jabe
Baki kata din

ANOTHER BIRTHDAY

There's a haze over the land
A fog engulfs the land... ...
One cannot see the life beyond
Yet, time... ...life... ...paasses below
At the speed of jet... ...
There's haze over life
As I see from the aeroplane.

Decades pass away... ...melt in the haze... ...
Those who ushered me in this life
Are no more... ...the fog engufed them... ...
Love is under a veil of haze... ...hazy... ...yet enticing... ...
For love's sake... ...
Or is it lonely at the end ?
There's haze over life
As I see from the aeroplane.

The sun shines, the fog lifts... ...
One can see the fires burning
Signs of life erupt at a distance
As the birthday turns for another year
In its sojourn into the future... ...totally unknown... ...
Slowly haze melts away... ...life unravels... ...
Signs of life come alive... ...

I have to walk... ...
Travel the distance... ...
Destiny is not far away
As I trudge along... ...
Time flies... ...
There's haze over life
As I see from the aeroplane.

RED – A Filmmaker’s Script

It was a summer evening of 1968. A seventeen year old lad walked along with his father to an old Calcutta building in Chittaranjan Avenue. The father worked in government department who hoped and prayed that his only son would become an engineer or doctor – as was the common dream of the middle class society of those days.

The father and son duo reached the address of their destination and walked up the flight of wooden stairs and entered the chamber of the eye surgeon. The son had qualified in the entrance test for engineering and had to get his eyes tested.

The father was pleased, the doctor was pleased to get such a patient at the start of his evening and the boy had dreams.

The doctor started the tests and ultimately opened a book of dots in front of the boy and asked him to read the numbers hidden in the dots. The boy could read some and could not the others. The doctor’s face became grim to grimmer. The father’s eyebrows twisted in anxiety, seeing the doctor’s reaction, creating a deep furrow in his forehead.

Finally, the doctor rose and faced the father. The boy realized that a verdict was imminent. It was pronounced. The father was struck by a lightning shattering all his dreams. The boy heard and took it in his stride as the first bend of the river of his life. He had been declared blind to the colour red.

Forty years later, a middle aged man was driving his car and was held up by the red light in the street crossing. His memory cut back to that early summer evening. His father had by then passed away. He has seen many bends in his life and many reds. He has seen the bunch of red roses being sold on the busy thoroughfares of metros by the small children to the motorists; he has seen the red ‘palash’ in the spring of his life fall around his feet; he has seen the red lips of the many women who tried to entice on or off the celluloid screen; the red flag of the communists; the red blood of the naxalites –thus quiet flowed the Hooghly.

Cut to dream sequence. Thirty years later. An old man lies cold on a bed. His progeny stand sombre faced around the bed. People have assembled to bid adieu. He is still wearing his spectacles of red coloured frame and his body is covered by a red blanket like that of the hospitals.

A small child – possibly his grandchild – toddles in with a bunch of red flowers and places them on his bedside.

The red of life imprisonment turns to green of freedom from life.
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KOBITA

Prithibir seshe ek masreen upatyaka
Niche ghashful ar opore
Sonali butibhora kalo akash
Shuye achhi amra
Ek nar o nari
Moithun khelai rato ek saap o saaapini
Janmo dei swapner
Anubhabito hoi ek ascharja proshobbyatha

GAAN

Saradin brishti bole jai je amar kachhe
Saradin megh katha bole jai je amar sathe
Je tumi achho katodure ar kato kachhe
Saradin brishti bole jai je amar kachhe

Pakhira sob kare kolahal
Alo futuk na futuk
Batash anbe boye ekhani
Tomar katha kane kane

Akasher simanate
Sesh tara jwolchhe
Nivo na go suktara
Surjer alote
Smritir balukatate
Likhona amake
Muchhe debe dheu eshe
Bifal lekhonike

GAAN

Tomar janyoi bhorer akash
Tomar janyoi sakal haoa
Tomar janyoi surja otha
Tomar janyoi misti hawa
Tomar janyo jal thanda
Tomar janyo paye paye jaoa
Tomar janyoi ekla chaoa

Sabuj ghasher shishir laga
Ekshathe oi sat pa chala
Tomar chhobir bheshe asha
Neel akashe meghe bhasha
Astachaler agun khela
Diganter oi ure jaoa
Pakhir danai tomai paoa

Tomar janyoi ekla chala
Dure thekeo kachhe paoa
Sobkichhutei tomai paoa
Tar majhtei hariye jaoa
Mon diye mon chhute chaoa
Tomar janyoi banchar asha

GAAN

Ek palaker ektu prem
Ure elo
Projapotir pakhai
Tumi bolle bhalobeshe
Rekhe debe
Tobu bollam bidai

Projapoti projapoti
Ashbo fire ekdin
Projapoti projapoti
Jeona chhere konodin
Ure jeona hawai
Roder gandho mekhona danai

Dinosheshe ghare fire
Muhurtogulo shore shore jai
Tomari protikkhai
Khane khane bhalobasha bheshe jai
Projapoti projapoti

DISHEHARA

Protimuhurte amra
Notun kore janmai
Ki darkar janar
E janmer age
Janmechhilam kina, ba,
E janmer pare
Abar janmabo kina

Ei janmer hisheb...i
Thikthak kore uthte
Parlam na
Er parer ba er ager
Andhakarer hisheb
Ki kore korbo ?

Alotei dekhi na
Andhokare tho haboi dishehara

LARAI

Jodi jetei hoi
Bati jwaliye jabo
Jodi hartei hoi
Larte larte harbo
Suchygra chharbo na
Larai na kore
"Jibon bujhecho ki
Jamita narom na
Je, chat kore ekta
Jhanda gere debe
Narom matite"
Larai lorte lorte
Durjodhaner darshanta
Khanikta bujhte
Pari hoito .

Prithibir jato kahrap
Kaj koreo lore jai
Manush, jiboner sathe
Nijer prapyota bujhe
Nite ba aprapyota
Lute nite jenotenoprakareno

Abar ekdal manush
Achhe jara banchito
"Jibon, anek banchana
Diyechho tader pade pade,
Ratri theke bhor
Parjanto, athacha bhor
Asheni konodin
Tobu tarao larai
Kore gechhe sarajibon.
"Jibon, tomari sange
Tarao lorchhe
Lorte lorte, harchhe
Tobuo laraita cholchhe"

Arekdal achhe jara
Sarajibon pan, bhojon,
Moithun - khanik sangsar
Sangsar khela, Chhele meye
Paribar, manusher
Ninde-mando karar adhikar
Bhebe nei eshobi amar.
Tarao larai kare arek
Stare, parate parate mure thaka
Sukher khoje, je sukh
Lege thake taka, jami
Jiret aro anek
Sharirik akankhai.
Tarao mukh bankiye bale,
" Jibon, jodi eshob na dao
Tumi dekhbe kemon banka
Angule ghee tuli"

Bhoi peona jibon,
Jitbe tumi..i
Karon jitte pareni Durjadhon..o.
Jemon kurukhettrer
Bhore giyechhilo
Gandharir sata putrer
Sabadehe temon..i ekhono
Era sob, shob hoye,
Pore thakbe mathe ,
Ghate, bajare
Ar jitbe tumi
Jibon - jitte na diye.

SANDHEBELAR BARSHA

Sandhebelar barsha

Dariyechhile eka

Chhate chhayamakha

Jhupjhupiye brishti

Tara jai na je dekha

Dekhoni tho amake

Chhilam arek kone

Hatat pechhon theke

Dhori tomai joriye

Chamke takao pechhone

Mukh dubiye ami

Chuler gandho chumi

Chharo chharo bole

Dekhbe kotha ke jane

Chharate jao tumi

Alpo alpo bhije

Soda gandho ashe

Kal jodi na ashe

Aji ni lute

Ashabhyo bhishon tumi

Dekhbe balo ke ?

Ei ajhor barishone

Ami mukhti dekhi tule

Govir bhalobeshe

Jai na jeno hariye

Muhurto anante mishe

Ateet theke bhabishyate

Anek anek dekha

Sandhebelar barsha

KHABOR

Ajkal khabor dekhi
Khabor shuni, khabor pori o
Khaborer par khabore
Aghate, aghate jorjoito

Sudhu khabor rakhina
Manusher moner

Sei montai tho hariye gechhe... ... ...

KHUJE PAOA

Fuler majhe ek bishanno bikele
Khuje pelam ami tomake amake
Samaier brinta theke
Aj jhore pare kalker ashai
Akasher simanai suktara jwale

Udbhashito mukhta adho andhakare dekhi
Sonali godhulite tomar majhe pelam nijeke
Sugandha bheshe ashe elo chul theke
Muhurtogulo shore shore jai
Ashbe ki kal kakhono ekhane ?