words Words WORDS...

POST - (I)

Silver Rains :
Will you ever stop being mad?
Dreamer:
Yes!
Silver Rains :
When?
Dreamer:
When you stop calling me mad!
Silver Rains :
“I think that I am going mad, I don't recall my name
I think I must be going mad, I really feel insane
I really know I'm going mad, hear voices in my brain
So maybe I am going mad, but maybe you're the same!”
Dreamer:
Madness indeed is reflective ! And now I love you more ….
Silver Rains :
And you love me more…. But honey, what is love?
Dreamer:
Love?
....No this is not what this post was intended for; this post was intended for words, pure and simple words. Words exactly what they should exude and no back ground, fore ground and all that jazz! But words are not tears; they don’t come pouring out of the blue like July rains!
You, the one with words, had painted all my childhood dreams, my first poem, my thoughts and my clouds....
But today even though I try so hard, I am losing out on words, I am sitting for hours watching the computer screen without moving my eyes. With the cursor in my hand I am flirting with the desktop, tripping on the old, elapsed corridors and lonesome roads and alleys of Calcutta (precisely Behala) sitting on the desk near the window at my office in NID.... It’s Christmas afternoon and sleep comes breezing through the timeless Sabarmati; waving a lazy sepia dream in my eyes, making me nostalgic. Maybe I need a smoke!

....continued

And with the smoke I blow away the afternoon, blow away the afternoon to a sepia evening! My fingers smell of liberty, as I blow out the smoke and try to rub away the sleep. Harp on those words! Harp on what madness is! Harp on how I have fretted my freedom away, what all had not I tried to trade for madness. I think of the Mad Mortician. I think of the Mute Maya, who also thinks I am Mad!
....and my chain of thought is again broken as my phone blinks!
Silver Rains :
How lovely is love Dreamer ?
Dreamer:
I don’t know!
Silver Rains :
“The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?”
Dreamer:
How madly is madness ?
Silver Rains :
I don’t know.
Dreamer:
“Sometimes when I'm alone, I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Love hurts...
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive.
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart and try me,
'cause without love I won't survive.”
Silver Rains :
I am reminded of Alice!
Dreamer:
Alice? Who the fuck is Alice?
Silver Rains :
'But I don’t want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can’t help that,' said the Cat. 'We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.'
'How do you know I’m mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,” said the Cat. 'or you wouldn’t have come here.'
Dreamer:
That fades away all inscrutabilities and life goes explicated....
:)

Bhalo aachi, bhalo theko….

Jhora pata:
"swopnobilashi se ek udash baul,koto sohoshro alokborsho dhore , pothe lokaloye takei cholechi khuje…."

Megh balok:

?
Jhora pata:

"kono bosonte makhabo tomay rong, swopne amar chupi chupi geche bole
bosonto ashe bosonto phire jaye, biborno ami boshey achi dwar khule…."
Megh balok:

kaaj kommo nei tor?
Jhora pata:

"somajer chokhe dwicharini, khoti nei , sotitwo kobe swopner khoj rakhe?
swopner dake sotitwo bhese jak, dwicharok mon faguner rong makhe…."
Megh balok:

onek kaaj aachey, tor kamona bashonar goppo shonar shomoy nei amar
Jhora pata:

ektu nahoy shunli boshey…. pagoler prolap….
Megh balok:

ami toh onnyo kichu cheyechilam
Jhora pata:

tobey tor jonnye thak premiker golap
Megh balok:

saaper beesh
Jhora pata:

aar beesher prem….
Megh balok:

bhoy paina
Jhora pata:

hah hah hah ….bhalobashish?
Megh balok:

na bashina!
Jhora pata:

tobe aar ki…. khela sesh!
Megh balok:

kon khela?
Jhora pata:

sesh aar surur khela….
Megh balok:

naa! khela bhangbar khela….
Jhora pata:

kabbyi korish na, ghor dupurey!
Megh balok:

kabbyi korar odhikaar bujhi tor ekar?
Jhora pata:

tui akhono shei rokom e aachish, sob shomoy raag….
Megh balok:

paltey gele tor bhalo lagbey?
Jhora pata:

janina
Megh balok:

naki jantey chash na ?
Jhora pata:

bhule gechi
Megh balok:

tor je dekhi boroi bhulo monn
Jhora pata:

tui aachish toh! monn e korabi na?
Megh balok:

ami ki tor “Sonchoita” na “Geetobitaan”?
Jhora pata:

janina, shudhu jani amar gaaner sob hodish tor kachey
Megh balok:

shobbonassh !
Jhora pata:

thattha korchish?
Megh balok:

eto spordhya amar nei
Jhora pata:

ki aachey tor?
Megh balok:

cholona aachey, cholona….
Jhora pata:

ta ki chawlaa kawlaa janish, amakeo shekha na rey….
Megh balok:

dhere khoka aaj amar kachey sikkha chaichey!
tor shaddyer bairey…. parbi ditey Guru dokshina ?
Jhora pata:

aaoawj dichchish?
Megh balok:

niriho proshner niriho uttor dilum, aaoawj debo keno? ami ja bolar onek bar bolechi tokey, bekar keno birokto korchish amake ?
Jhora pata:

ektu baad e class aachey….
?
Tui chup keno ?
Megh balok:

tokey toh kew aatke rakheni, aar amar kon kotha e ba tor kobey bhalo lage je aaj ami chup bole tor gaye bajchchey?
Jhora pata:

tui toh aamake kono din o jete baron korish na, tor ki kono din o ichchey korey na amake aatkate?
Megh balok:

ami aatkaale tui thakbi?
Jhora pata:

aatkei dekhtish!
Megh balok:

parbi na, ami jani…. onek shahosh laage tar jonnye, tor seh shahosh nei….
Jhora pata:

aar ki janish?
Megh balok:

sob kichu ki tokey boltey hobey naki? keno? keno? onek din toh holo, eto bochor por notun korey shei prono kotha bolbar kono ichchey aamar nei…. bhabtam amar kichu kichu ichcher mullyo aachey aajo tor kachey! Jaak…. seta amar e bhul….
Jhora pata:

bolish na, kintu ekta kotha…. tui lekha chhere diyechish keno? tui taake chharli na seh tokey chhere gelo? tor kichu kobita chhilo amar kachhe, amar aalor utso, amar jyokkhyo purir ek chiltey aalo. aaj firiye ditey chai tokey….
....ami jai! Aar hyan…. shon, dorjata kholai thak, notun alor borat niye eshe kew jeno phirey na jaye….
Megh balok:

ei baatlaam gulo college er bachcha der dishh, ora mughdho hoye shunbe….
Jhora pata:

tui toh janish, ora amar student, aar ami tor!
Megh balok:

tor na class aachey, bachcha gulo apekkhya korchey, 02.45 baje
Jhora pata:

sob e baje, shudhu kono din bajena amar dorjaye ekta koda…. bhalo thakish!
Megh balok:
"bhangchhe samoy, agun jwele, purchhe kichhu, batil chithi
notun khatay, notun lekha, purono cup, notun coffee….
chokher patay, thnoter chnoya, ankchhe agun, bhalobasa
purono chhai, urchhe haoaye, bondhu ekhon, neel dhnoyasha...."

….ami bhalo aachi!