I was nearly at writers’ block

সে পথ হাঁটিব কি করে একলা?যে খেলার নিয়ম জানি না আমিকি করে খেলবো সেই অজানা খেলা?বিনা ইশারায় কেমন করে জানবোকাকে, কি ভাবে করতে হয় বিশ্বাসকোথায়, কি ভাবে রাখতে হয় আস্থা?চুপি চুপি কানে কানে শুধু বল একবারনিজেকে বিছিয়ে নিয়ে করে নেব রাস্তাঅতি সন্তর্পণে নিজের উপর নিজে হেঁটেখুঁজে কিনারা নিজের রক্তে সাঁতার কেটেপোঁছে যাবো সেখানে যেখানে দাড়িয়ে…

But what can I do, I stop writing poetryAt a stretch sixteen hours without a poemIs like a year I am without rainHaving food at home and I am going hungryI could not take them as if I have teeth acheOr have pain in stomach and suffering from dysenteryNothing like that friendI was thinking on…

That was your promiseAnd I believed you like a foolnow when I see around meAll appears the same like beforeBut a change only in you,

In the backyards in the fertile land of your gardenThat I have to buy thoseIn whatever shapes and sizes you sellBut they are the productsI produce tooIn a large scaleIn the factory situated at the back of my mindIn many colors,Shapes and sizesWith different fragrance and tasteMay be they are different than the stuffsYou are…

Of the divine who created us allIf I believe He resides in meThen life becomes more complicatedRather than what is expected to be simpleFor the fact that He is an associateOf the crime I committedThen how He can judgeMake me responsibleFor the sins I generally doOr how I can take home all the virtuesWe earn…

Sometimes green fruit sometimes a fallen leafSometimes speaking sometimes dumbSometimes sensitive sometimes numbSometimes shallow sometimes deepSometimes arid sometimes dampSometimes honour sometimes damnSometimes king sometimes clownSometimes full sometimes hollowSometimes dim sometimes glowSometimes stagnant sometimes flowSometimes quick sometimes slowWhatever life is …………Stand straight, never, never bent or bowRemain glad, never, never sad or low.< br>< br>life life…