Friday, November 8, 2019

Show and Tell

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Sacred Games

This fabric of hope
Stretched thinly on your bones
Reminds me of a comrade, fallen,
Another of your ranks.
Merciless and wanton,
One more I abandon
On the busy seashore
Of these rocky banks.

Each one that fell away
Wanted ballads on his stone;
Each one, he took his price
When he burned away alone.
But asking not my rhymes,
What does he ask of me,
He whose spirit burns away,
Everyday, for free?
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Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Breakfast Mathematics

After one and two, comes three.

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Ledge Drei

Algebra শিখিয়ে গেল যাবার পথে,
দিচ্ছে যারা সুদূর পাড়ি একলা রথে,
যাচ্ছে যাদের কিনতে গিয়ে একটু চেনা,
হোক বা না হোক চেনার টানে বেচা কেনা |

The Ledge is এখন সবজান্তার শান্ত হিসেব,
Markov-এতে ঠ্যাং দোলানো বাপ Chebyshev;
The Ledge is এখন ল্যাজ্যবিহীন মস্ত critic
যার চাপেতে morphic হল analytic.

Ledge-কে ফেলে যতই হারাই আঁকেবাঁকে,
Ledge যে আমার usefully সঙ্গে থাকে !
কঠিন কথা বলায় সে যে সহজ পাঠে,
হোকগে না হয় সব goal আমার ফাঁকা মাঠে |

The Ledge is এখন হরেক বছর একই ছড়া,
নতুন ভাষায় সস্তা বুলির লেখাপড়া ;
Ledge কে দূরে থেকেও ভালবাসতে পারি !
Algebra পড়েও এখন হাসতে পারি।

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Saturday, October 26, 2019

Frenten

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My Kingdom For A Room

Like a poem I lost in sleep
And would dearly love to write,
A thickly blurred and flickering form,
Lit by memory fond and bright,
Rises when my waking breath
Strokes my patient bedside wall
And clings about my tired limbs
Until my nighttime deigns to fall.
Neither like unwelcome bird,
Nor like cogs in baleful hum;
Matchless in its radiant ease,
As blessed child in lay humdrum;
Consecrated but in mirth;
But in exploring, corrupt;
With what urgent, raucous joy
Does it my idyll tales irrupt!

In numberless numbered days,
Steadfast in contrarian grace,
Into my sight and taste and touch
It spirited pride anew;
So if all the world believes
That lilies bloom when memory grieves
Must I repent my stubborn spring
That sprouts but far and few?
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Wednesday, October 23, 2019

An Old Poem to Fill the Time

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Util

I built you back from the pieces of the boys who were your friends --
Like every seaside story, at my feet is where this ends.
Put a gaping hole where our own world used to be,
Fill it up with rum and coke and call it fantasy.

It used to be, it used to be :
I was used to you, you were used to me.
Everyone's got their own world where they could use a friend.
It used to hurt and crash and burn and beat down and offend.

I broke you down and deconstructed girls who loved you more;
I cracked your shell, and here you fell, upon my rocky shore.
Brew your bubbling, caffeinated, dated heresy;
Fake your fiction, contradiction, trills of melody.

It used to be, it used to be!
I had use of you, you had use of me.
Trodden twigs and wizened wigs don't feel quite all the same.
I hope your breath falls easy, love -- it used to be my name.
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Monday, September 23, 2019

... blaze like meteors and be gay

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Inflection

Sometimes, in some crowds,
Some faces simply shine.
You know it's in your head, but still
It feels simply divine.

On your hasty, fearful way
You see a safer place.
Unto your guilt, unto your shame
It sings a saving grace.

And so you hold it hostage,
Your undeserved keepsake --
Forsaken, 'cause you know that
If you touch it, it'll break.
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Have you ever watched a dog run into a volleyball court?

Sunday, August 25, 2019

Logic, Automata and Games

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Grayscale Man (?)

As happy as a bee,
As busy as a tree,
I have it in me
To be fair and free;
I have it in me
To belong to one,
To belong to all,
To be strong and tall,
To be smart and small;
And they don't trust me
But you do --
So you must know
I have it in me
To build you a wall :
It'll keep you safe,
It'll keep you brave.
I'll keep you safe,
I'll keep you brave,
But if you love me
Please do love
The things I build
More selfishly --
My aqueducts;
My every shrine;
My wall to hold
All that is mine,
That keeps me safe,
That keeps me brave,
That helps me heal,
That helps me save.
I've got to love
This wall I've got :
In all the world,
It's all I've got.
But if you cannot
Love my wall
I fear I'll hate it
After all.
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Saturday, April 6, 2019

Poofs and Hypes

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Outside

A concrete corner's my new friend.
The corner sits at a corridor's bend --
A bit too far from the sweeping tree,
Too close to men to be truly free.
It patiently counts its youngish days
As shrub and earth go their own ways.
When rain falls, it shirks in fear;
Never before has it been near
To something that so freshly gives
To all that, like this corner, lives
Only when it's looked upon.
The rain then fills the muddy lawn;
Seeps through gravel, wets the leaf,
Gives the tired men relief;
Pools along the garden's end;
Splashes along my concrete friend
That, by now, is a steadfast bank
To muddied water in a fleeting tank
Where raindrops plop and plink and play
And make a tired student's day;
Rising to the rain and storm
So fresh and cold and yet so warm.
That corner called to colder rain,
To wetter, softer, older pain.
That corner, with its broken art
Took my thoughts, and took my heart.
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Sunday, March 10, 2019

Some Colours Were Shown

Vegetarian Man

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Make and break
The promise of green.
Hurt only where
You have seen
Your likeness -- harsh,
And much unlike
Those you spare;
Them, more of hair
And less of arm;
Those to whom
You mean no harm.
Your heart fills
With great compassion!
Human women
Are out of fashion
(Unless of course
They are white)
What's left of you
You think it's right.
Hearken then
To heroes proud,
Hateful podcasts
From the cloud,
Digital diaries,
Cashless purse,
All by softness
That you curse.
All by truth
But you hate proof
Born of womb
Son of hoof.

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Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Concrete should have its own label by now

This is a sequel to an older semi-serious bilingual attempt about the same beloved Ledge.

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Ledge দুই

Ledge-কে আমি সেদিন পেলাম আবার একা,
অনেকদিনের পুরানো-কে আবার দেখা|
উড়ল যারা আমার সাথে হেসেছিল​,
উড়ল যারা নতুন ভালবেসেছিল​|

অন্যদিকে উঁকি মেরেও দেখেছিলাম --
বুক ভর্তি কান্না নিয়ে বসেওছিলাম​|
কিন্তু তাকে Ledge বলে যেই ডাকতে গেছি,
উড়িয়ে দেওয়া ভালবাসা কুড়িয়ে পেলাম​ :

The Ledge is আবার ঘুমিয়ে প​ড়া ছোট্ট খুকি,
The Ledge is আবার রঙ-চ​ড়ানো উঁকিঝুকি,
The Ledge is আবার ক্ষুধার্তকে ভুলিয়ে রাখা,
The Ledge is আবার মন​-হেঁয়ালি মিষ্টি-মাখা;

The Ledge is আবার cloud-এ ভাসা maturity --
হারিয়ে ফেলেও রেখে দেওয়ার disparity;
The Ledge is আবার অমানুষে মানুষ করা,
জন্তুমানব খুঁজে পেতে রাতের ছড়া|

Ledge-কে আমি বিলিয়ে দিলাম তাদের হাতে,
ঘুমপাড়ানি গান জরুরি যাদের রাতে|
এই পুরানো​ Ledge আর আমার না-ই বা থাকে!
আমার দেওয়া নামেই তাকে সবাই ডাকে|
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Friday, September 21, 2018

Growing Up Sucks

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Childhood Hence

Lights and sounds, they're wearing thin --
Lowly dim, or lonely din.
Things I knew go unrevised,
All my rules now supervised,
The steps are old, the grass is new,
There's ghosts and trees, but no Scooby-Doo.

Limitless could still be love!
Silent lies from stars above
End the day that had begun
In sunrise now gone pale and wan.
The wilderness, not of my choice;
Nor tales I tell with stifled voice,
Nor new fingers on my head,
Nor too few deities for my bed;

Not my concrete, not my pets
Nor my speculations, bets,
Gambles, scrambles, rhyming words,
Nightly fare, nor nightly birds,
Nor new children, iron willed,
Nor new livestock, hefty billed.

Diverging rays, convergent shine,
Indulgence theirs, no longer mine --
Useful new in armour old
Knows too well how drinks get cold.
All of me now deathly named,
I step into a life untamed;
No longer mine, the frontier edge.
Know your future, guarded ledge!
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