Ekta Lazy Bikele-r Melancholy-r Khosra

Sunday Bikel
Godot sits alone in his room
Chul pore jacche chul
Godot thinks of vladimir and estragon
Lal panio kheye aaj ami pagol
were they really waiting for him
Ami ekhon dekhbo bunu-dar un chien andalou
Maybe they were really waiting for him
Ami aaj janlam ami anal retentive
Freud-er sathe jung-er bapok marpit
Godot is lost in a whirlpool
Ei kom kore mar gul
were they playing mindgames
Sworgo theke eseche dui bahadur
Mukhe kali
Bole naki tara jomdut
Kamasutra-r sutra bhul
Aaj amader bharat mahaan
I have some new plan, janemaan
Saadat hasan manto-keh abar anbo phiriye
Sir ekbar dekhun, bhalo kore dekhun
thanda gosht hoye geche amader moto manush
Swine flu is finally declared epidemic
Mukhe sobai poreche mask
From morning till dusk
In such a pitying glory I bask
A glory which is not mine
Ei chele, kandchis ken
Kiser dukko tor
Eka toh achis bhalo
Ei sala banchod songsar
Nongrami-r akhra
Tujko banayega sirf bakra
Lutega tera sharam
If you don't do drugs, if you don't smoke cannabis and weed
Tui bhai bhodro choda beduin
Ghure berabi
Drinking camel milk
Kothai gelo lucky nam-er bandor
Today I have realized what is love
Keno bhai prem abar ki
Cinema hall-e ondhokar-er
Buk-er size mepe tepa
Prem korechilo kichu sarat-er devdas khepa
But what's wrong in love
We all do it
Read dostoevsky's white nights
Ek pint mere chup chap thak sala
Gyan dish nah
Bhalo lagenah
Ah, the rainbow
The wonderful rainbow up in the sky
Its a irrelevant thing
Loneliness, sadness, crying and smiling
Sob somoi moja
12tah rat
Tao jutlona bhat
Ah, let me end it all here,
Take a bow
Its love death and a bit of eccentric
Offbeat systematic melancholy
Bujhli pagla
Sob somoi
Bal chiri ami ei mall culture-er
Its better to scavenge the meat of the vulture
Omnivorous, yes I am omnivorous
Obinossor 5th dimension theke asa
Glare pora tutankhame-ner bhoot sala

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Ah let me contemplate, what have we found

But did we ever search

We sat by the birch

As the snow fell

And we knocked on the glass wall

So that it would fall

But it never did

Ah, I don't remember if we ever searched

If we ever looked for what we were looking for

Only we looked for drastic pleasures

Coiled with the treasures of our childhood

And we shall always swim in this fish bowl

Trapped in sanguine murmur of our desire

It was travelling to the wonderland

A place we always dreamed of

It was like dancing to the tune of the pied piper of hamlin
Its such a soliloquy

Such a trollop day as the night whispers in my ear

Don’t you want to return

I sleep with the head full of eccentricities

The dancing dreams waltz with me in the dreary channel

As the river flows by

By the whistling weeds

The salutory air, the clinging pleasures

Hanging low and brooding

And then I realize

I always wanted to be here

Among such purple hemisphere

This where I always was

This is where I always will be

So that I can see you and you can see me

I SAW IT ALL IN ONE DAY

Bombs exploded over my already dead body
I saw it all in one day
Burning books, charred pages of unwritten memory
All gone in one moment
You scream my dear
But who would hear it
You cry my dear
Now fuck off
We all have gone deaf
I saw it all in one day
One day, twenty four hours
It all passed very soon my friend
Suffocated you and maybe someone else
Trying to decipher the hidden meaning of all these things
Heck man, you are trying too hard
and that too in one day

Met you, St.parry’s cafe
Remember, yesterday
You say, you wanna go away
But where
I wish I can go too
Impossible, it sounds so
The coffee goes cold
The siren hounds you
The tears go unnoticed
I saw it all in one day

May be lord, you have shown me enough
My soul is now a collage of them as well
I guess I should now come
Where I belong
Its turning dark, its really turning very dark

Oye Toba Tek Singh

Toba Tek Singh. A place or a person, or rather both. One of the most enduring and harsh short story ever written by Saadat Hasan Manto.
I wish I could write such a thing. Alas I am not well equipped. The thing in his short stories are his immediate poignancy or rather its simmering reality. You can't deny it.

Oye Toba Tek Singh
You don't know who you are
You don't know where you belong
Is this land yours
Is this soil yours
Don't you know
You are an Indian or are you a Pakistani
You don't know
They threw you here
They threw you there
You ran naked
asking
'where is my country, you bastards.'
They catch you
and send you where you don't belong
You ask
you never get the answers
Oye Toba Tek Singh
what's the use
Stop asking
They themselves don't know
Where is India Where is Pakistan
All blurred by few seconds of madness
All gone
The fire of partition
Its all gone
Oye Toba Tek Singh
You go away too
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Toba Tek Singh

First Love Prognosis

So it was going to happen. Hmm. I don't think there was anything odd about this realization. I have not forgotten her. My first love. My first moment of eternal happiness. Yeah. I thought I never gave a fuck about her after the way things turned out to be. But somewhere in the most lonely place of my heart, her memories still remain.It is difficult to forget. Yes,it is. I am not going anywhere, I don't love her. I am sure of that. But still today I feel like I am hollow. My first love. I had seen her. That day. I regret it today. Why? I was overwhelmed by my love for her. I had surrendered myself to something which I never got. Vague aspirations, insipid inspiration and other such lameless activities only brought me down. I am not going anywhere. It is better I forget her. What is the use? I forget you. Go away. Just fucking go away from that place. I have to destroy it. I am happy now. What do you want now? You have tormented me enough. Now please leave me. Please. Just fucking leave me.


I remember you sometimes
Not always
Somewhere in my stupid heart
you stay
You make me cry
you are a fucking sadist
I can't throw you out
I can't keep you in
Its such a fucking pain.

So after some time, you will go away. I will stay where I was. I would not move. Your fucking ghost would never let me leave in peace.