God, are you inside me

Other games do not enterInto his histrionic headBut if waterGoes to an endWhere it would playHis lovely gameIn his imaginationHe caught in between two hornsHe would about to dieVery Sensitive is the situationHe needs a drop of windA point of spaceTo play his watery gameBut he is like a fish or a fish himselfAwkwardly placedin…

Only a distant land remains awake under my feetAnd its shadow stands right in the chest of a rivuletYet I hear a fine tune of slumberAnd see them approaching to me by breaking the pathIn this condition my wishes have died and my love is lost its languageAnd without expression ideas cannot be interwoven, we…

As a lot of wordsWill only create a commotionSo I prefer to keep a silenceOn my nuanceRest of all I leave,For your better comprehensionIn your child hoodWhen you do not eatAnd in your adult hoodWhen you do not give me foodSilently I always cryBut still on my brave faceI keep a broad smile..I do not…

কাব্য চর্চা তোমার জন্য শুধু এক সময়ের অপচয়কেননা তোমার তো আর কাঠি দিয়ে খই খাওয়ার মতো গোঁফ নেইকিংবা নেই বিশাল লম্বা লম্বা দাড়িযার উপরে হাত বুলিয়ে বুলিয়ে বলতে পারবে আমি তোমাদের ঋষিলম্বা কোন জব্বাও লাগাতেও পারবে না, যদি কোন কিছু সেরকম লাগিয়েও নাওসেটি হবে সকলের চোখে আরও খারাপ, বলবে, মেয়েটি বড্ড সেকেলেমেয়েটি কেমন পা থেকে…

the river can flow whenever it wishedbut you told me never to come harming my careerthat’s the thing that is therewhich I see in the flights of your husky voicein the colours of your rainbow eyesby which I vie against the beauty ofsunsets as well as sunrisewith a bag full of itI can stay way…

and you use them in building your poemor lay them on pavement for your lazy strollingas some poets dowhen they see God in shambleseven they see Him like a hawker selling fruitsmaking roads and tilling fiendsand in whore lane too(who sells whose body to whom?)same is the case when poetswithout any proper thoughtsregarding the birth…