বুকের ভিতর ভালোবাসার ডাক –
সুখগুলো সব, তোদের কাছেই থাক ;
ওই চিতাতেই ‘শান্তি’ আমার মানি ।
তোরা সেদিন খুঁজবি আমায় -জানি !
এখনো তো অনেক কাজ বাকি-
সুখ পাখিটাও দিয়েছে যে ফাঁকি ;
গিটার হাতে আমার পথচলা –
সুর ভুলেছে বোধহয় ‘আমার গলা’
আজ কেবল, একলা গান গাই –
শুন্য বুকে খুঁজছি ‘মাথা’ তাই—–
রাজনন্দিনী নন্দী দত্ত
প্রশস্ত বুকে পরে রয় শূন্য এক খাঁচা,
অচিন পাখি গেছে উড়ে খুঁজে নতুন বাসা
ব্যাকুল মনেতে আমি বসে আছি একা,
আসে যদি পথ ভুলে এই টুকু আশা
স্বপ্ন তো স্বপ্নই বাস্তব নয় ;
আমি পাতা উল্টাই স্মৃতির খাতায়
তবু আমি পরে চলি অতীত যত,
তার সাথে মেলাতে চাই ভবিষৎ শত ।
অমিল সমীকরণ মাঝে বহু ভুল,
তাতেই মন আমার ভেবেই আকুল
হারাবার ভয় নেই এই আঁধারেতে
আবার আসবে সকাল বিশ্বাসী তাতে ।
রাকেশ দত্ত
In an attempt to get skirted with all comforting needs,
In a desire always to maintain the self-centric position,
In a quest of shaping the world with obsessive materialistic pleasures,
Humanity is smashed… Humanity is dead perhaps..
And those beings who tried to live as human beings previously,
Are striving hard to get rid of the spirit of humanity forever,
By demeaning and demoralizing themselves.
In a hope, perhaps to reach immortality….
The souls that were so eager yesterday, to spread tranquil on earth,
Are so highly engrossed today, in searching for a battle ground.
To fight, to stab, to envy, to slaughter, to ruin the hollow world around,
Filling the streets drenched in blood and homes put on fire.
With eyes full of red anguish, minds full of treachery,
weapons full of ambitious lust and hands full of criminalization.
The hearts which were human hearts are now traces of vindictive souls,
Because humanity is smashed…
….Humanity is killed perhaps…!!
By Aninnya Sarkar
It’s raining blood the other side of the door but who cares
People screaming, weeping, howling but who cares
I am civilized, law abiding, nationalistic so, who cares.
Rape, killing, lynching, riot, part of the society; so as caste, creed, clan and religion
I am safe because I am aloof, don’t care when somebody dies from hunger, flood, suspicion.
I, me, myself is self-centric and self-obsessed
My neighbor was attacked last night, I kept my doors closed, felt relieved
I am alive, my family is not harmed, satisfied.
Sudden knock on the door, vehemently
Somebody trying to break the door, forcibly
I cried for help, ‘save me, my family’
No one dares, no one cares
because no one is there.
By Rajarshi Maitra
by Kamlesh Yadav
१. अब मैं मन का करतीं हुँ
मैं छोटी छोटी बातों से यूँ ही ख़ुश होज़ाती हुँ,
और उससे भी छोटी छोटी बातों सेतुनक जाती हुँ।
रात में जो तारा देखा था, उसे हीदिन में ढूँढतीं हुँ,
नींद में ख़्वाब नहीं आते,मैं दिन मेंख़्वाब बुनती हुँ।
कभी कुछ पढ़तीं हुँ, कुछ यूँ ही गढ़तींरहतीं हुँ,
कोई सुने ना सुने, मैं अपनी हीकहानी कहतीं हुँ।
सब कहते हैं, मैं कुछ नहीं करतीं हुँ,
हाँ, क्यूँकि अब मैं मन का करतींहुँ।।
२. कुछ बचा है हमारे बीच
सबकुछ ख़त्म नहीं हो गया है,
कुछ न कुछ बचा है हमारे बीच।
बचे है साझे की कुछ स्मृतियाँ,
जो हमें मिला है, अपने जीवन कीनिधि से ब्याज सरीखा।
बची है ज़रा सी आशा,
जो हमें चुक जाने पर भी, रिक्त नहींहोने देगी उम्रभर,
बची है ज़रा सी प्रार्थना,
जो हमारे न होने पर भी होगी तारोंकी तरह।
नहीं, सबकुछ ख़त्म नहीं हो गया है,
अभी, कुछ न कुछ बचा है हमारेबीच।।
By Saurabh Manchanda
1. Wakeup Call
Remnants of shattered dreams
Floating in the air
In every frame soul screams
Life’s been unfair
I know it’s out of clause
Take a deep breath n pause
Because, every fall is a wakeup call
You are yet to give your all
Cloud that takes a leap of faith
Will surely find its sunshine
Hope, a bird that may seem naive
Even the skies can’t confine
I know it’s out of clause
Breaking shackles of preset laws
But every fall is a wakeup call
You are yet to give your all
Once you learn to treat your failures
As footprints of your success
You can hold on to your own
In the moments of distress
I know it’s out of clause
Coming to terms with your flaws
Still every fall is a wakeup call
You are yet to give your all
2. Father- An Unsung Soldier
Patrolling the fences of my dreams
He embedded hope as life’s legacy
Though he seldom believed in destiny
I’ll never yarn for smiles was his prophecy
An unsung soldier fighting silent battles
He wore hardships of time as medals
I still remember those long walks
The rare man to man talks
Embark on a journey bereft of race
An endeavour from heart will find its place
Each word still resonates beyond realms of sound
When my belief shakes a bit or courage rattles
An unsung soldier fighting silent battles
He wore hardships of life as medals
Surely there would be occasions
Where he would have wept
But his eyes seemed as oceans
Where all emotions he secretly kept
A ship that’s assured of a shore
Long before the storm settles
An unsung soldier fighting silent battles
He wore hardships of time as medals.