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Showing posts with label maze. Show all posts
Showing posts with label maze. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 28, 2026

চরম চক্রব্যু Charam Chakravyu


আমার ক্ষুদ্র-বিস্তৃত জীবন,
অসংখ্য এমন ভুলের ক্রম,
যে এটা হয়ে দাঁড়িয়েছে
এক চরম চক্রব্যু!

জীবনের এক একটি ঘটনা
মনে পড়ে আর কাঁদায় -
(আমার) অস্তিত্বের কোমলতম স্থানে
ধারালো ছুরির আঁচড় কাঁটে!

নানান পথের নড়াচড়া,
আর আলো আঁধারের লুকোচুরি
যে এত বোকা বানিয়ে দিতে পারে,
এটা ভীমরতি ধরার আগে বুঝিনি!

হাঁসার পথ আজ বন্ধ-বন্ধ লাগে,
কান্নার পথ বেহাট খোলা থাকে,
চোখের জলেও পরিষ্কার হয় না দৃষ্টি,
নেমে আসে বুকে বেদনার বৃষ্টি!

রুদ্ধ দরজার চাবি-হারানো তালা
কি আটক করে রেখেই দেবে -
চারদেওয়ারীর মাঝে দমবন্ধ পাখিটিকে?
যার জন্ম মুক্তিপথে উড়ে যেতে হয়েছিল!

-- ভাস্কর জ্যোতি ঘোষ 
বুধ, 28 জানুয়ারি 2026
সকাল 10:00, পাটনা

(চিত্রটি perplexity এর মাধ্যমে তৈরি)

Thursday, October 2, 2025

Relationship is a poison always!


Relationship is a poison always!

Some are harsh -
You understand quickly
That it is a poison
With a bitter taste!

Some are sweet -
By the time you realise
That it is a slow acting poison
The damage is already done!

Society and her agents
Have always sold you lies -
They never revealed to you
The real form of relationship!

Since they were themselves
Trapped in the timeless torture
And could not want you
To be Free of Pain...

That they were shown a vision
Distorted by a mossy glass,
So, they themselves served you
Poison filled sugarcoated pills!

This ship seldom shows a mirror
Hence, they could not see
What they truly are,
And what they have become!

And you too have entered
The homely house of cards
Looking like a chocolate hut,
But, was a maze of hazards!

So, my advice if you seldom ask,
Is to stay away from that urge,
But, if you have already entered,
Then learn patience, let love emerge.

The purpose of life I know not,
But, however fateful it might be,
We need to win over all those
That drive us nuts...

Of the trinity of the universe -
Those tendencies or qualities,
Of the good, the bad, and the ugly,
Of birth, sustenence, and of death,

Life seems a lesson to be learned
On an unending path towards light,
Where the sun burns bright
At the horizon, like a mirage might!

-- Bhaskar Ghosh 
Thursday, 2nd October 2025
Vijayadashami (Dusshera)
10 am, Patna

(image generated by perplexity)

Sunday, August 25, 2024

How can one fake?


Of birth and of death,
In every breath that it takes;
Of the same friend and foe,
The stories that this mind makes;
While no two labels can gauge
The unnecessary love and hate;
Still trying the forgetful maze,
Bound to nature, bound to fate;
The life that time keeps,
Heart beats and pulse rates,
Drop by drop, away it seeps,
Over foolish pride in false stakes;
Still engaged in battles of face,
How so more, how so less,
On anger that drives away grace,
In a decorated intelligent mess;
Fast curse or boon slow,
What want would one really make?
Unthought of, too soon did it flow?
Of impatience, and a bad blow;
Humanity's sake, how can one fake?

-- nayan
Sat & Sun, 24th & 25th August 2024
11:39 pm, No-where or Now-here?