This morning
On the 6 O'Clock news
They were showing
A couple of cows
Chewing serenely
While floating in the air
The sight filled me
With uncanny despair
I thought that if
Cows could fly
Then surely
So could I.
I wrestled a dragon
To the ground
And stuck his wings
To my behind
Climbing up a tall building
I jumped off
Then immediately realised
My enormous gaffe
None of the cows
Had been naked
Which proves that they
Were computer generated.
As my life went by
In a flash
I cursed my quick
Decision rash
If only I had
Watched the programme
On American elephants
Drinking rum
Or it certainly would have
Been more fun
If only I had thought to copy
The fishes who could run.
Love
Joydeep
A man and his dog
It was last year
On a pleasant day in June
I suddenly realised
That I was home alone.
I searched the house
Thoroughly, up and down
But saw that my missus
And kids were gone.
To give my wife a call
I picked up the phone
But to my amazement
There was no ring tone.
The receiver pressed to my lips
I was thinking where to turn
When I heard the sound of kisses
Coming from the telephone.
There followed a voice
So sweet you cannot imagine
Whispering my name
Over and over again.
Although it was wierd
I shed all inhibition
Thinking of what would follow
I got turned on.
I kissed it back
And it gave a low moan
But when I held it tight
I definitely heard a groan.
Right then a ferocious bite
Woke me to a sunny morn
For while I had been dreaming
I was chewing up my dog’s bone
Love
Joydeep
PS Don't let your dog share your bed
On a pleasant day in June
I suddenly realised
That I was home alone.
I searched the house
Thoroughly, up and down
But saw that my missus
And kids were gone.
To give my wife a call
I picked up the phone
But to my amazement
There was no ring tone.
The receiver pressed to my lips
I was thinking where to turn
When I heard the sound of kisses
Coming from the telephone.
There followed a voice
So sweet you cannot imagine
Whispering my name
Over and over again.
Although it was wierd
I shed all inhibition
Thinking of what would follow
I got turned on.
I kissed it back
And it gave a low moan
But when I held it tight
I definitely heard a groan.
Right then a ferocious bite
Woke me to a sunny morn
For while I had been dreaming
I was chewing up my dog’s bone
Love
Joydeep
PS Don't let your dog share your bed
Nightmare
Friends I have this recurrent nightmare
About a girl I once met in a fair
Who has shiny, long, black hair
And can easily be on the cover of Vanity Fair.
She said, "Let's go and stay
At a lonely beach far, far away
On a kingsize mattress we will lay
While the sun shines, you can make hay".
I immediately took up her offer
For I cannot make a damsel suffer
I cleared the cash in my coffer
And caught a non stop flight to sunny Down Under.
When I landed with her on my arm
Grinning widely and full of charm
We got a taxi ride to a local farm
Where the cows were big and their milk warm.
Then came the shock of my life
Standing at the door was my furious wife
A broom in one hand and the other held a knife
Both of them, then, beat the shit out of my life.
Cheers to a good life!
Joydeep
About a girl I once met in a fair
Who has shiny, long, black hair
And can easily be on the cover of Vanity Fair.
She said, "Let's go and stay
At a lonely beach far, far away
On a kingsize mattress we will lay
While the sun shines, you can make hay".
I immediately took up her offer
For I cannot make a damsel suffer
I cleared the cash in my coffer
And caught a non stop flight to sunny Down Under.
When I landed with her on my arm
Grinning widely and full of charm
We got a taxi ride to a local farm
Where the cows were big and their milk warm.
Then came the shock of my life
Standing at the door was my furious wife
A broom in one hand and the other held a knife
Both of them, then, beat the shit out of my life.
Cheers to a good life!
Joydeep
ABAR JODI JONMO DAO
ABAR JODI MANUSH KORE
JANMO DAO HE PROBHU,
EI MINOTI KORI CHORONE
MODDHOBITTO NOI KOBHU.
JONMO NITE RAJI KONO
BHIKHARI MAYER KOLEY,
JONMO MRITYU SOBI RAASTAY
JIBON KAATBE HNESE KHELE.
EKTI MUTHO BHATER ASHAY
BYASTO UDAY ASTO,
BHATER SAATHE DAAL TA HOLE-
SETAO PRAPTI MOSTO.
BILL GATES HOY JODI MOR
BABA KIMBA DADU,
BHABLEI GAYE DICHHE KNATA
DEKHCHHI JENO JADU..
BREAKFAST TOKYO TE
AR LUNCH E LONDON
DINNER KORBO BAHAMA TE
SONGINI HILTON.
JONMO DIYO AMAY TUMI
PASCHIM MEDNIPURE
KHUDHAR JWALAY KONO EK DIN
ASTRO NEBO TULE.
RASHTRO JONTRO HOYTO KERE
NEBE AMAR PRAN
NIJER KACHHEI BANCHUK AMAR
NEJERI SAMMAN.
MODDHO BITTO KORE AMAY
DILE ASHESH KLESH
MODDHO MEDHA, MODDHO PONTHA,
BISHAL MODDHO PRODESH.
SOKOL SAMAY JHULCHE JENO
MATHAR OPOR KHNARA,
BHULECHHI PROTIBADER POTH
HARIYECHHI SIRDNARA.
ABAR JODI MANUSH KORE
JANMO DAO HE PROBHU
EI MINOTI KORI CHORONE
MODDHOBITTO NOI KOBHU.
SANDEEP
JANMO DAO HE PROBHU,
EI MINOTI KORI CHORONE
MODDHOBITTO NOI KOBHU.
JONMO NITE RAJI KONO
BHIKHARI MAYER KOLEY,
JONMO MRITYU SOBI RAASTAY
JIBON KAATBE HNESE KHELE.
EKTI MUTHO BHATER ASHAY
BYASTO UDAY ASTO,
BHATER SAATHE DAAL TA HOLE-
SETAO PRAPTI MOSTO.
BILL GATES HOY JODI MOR
BABA KIMBA DADU,
BHABLEI GAYE DICHHE KNATA
DEKHCHHI JENO JADU..
BREAKFAST TOKYO TE
AR LUNCH E LONDON
DINNER KORBO BAHAMA TE
SONGINI HILTON.
JONMO DIYO AMAY TUMI
PASCHIM MEDNIPURE
KHUDHAR JWALAY KONO EK DIN
ASTRO NEBO TULE.
RASHTRO JONTRO HOYTO KERE
NEBE AMAR PRAN
NIJER KACHHEI BANCHUK AMAR
NEJERI SAMMAN.
MODDHO BITTO KORE AMAY
DILE ASHESH KLESH
MODDHO MEDHA, MODDHO PONTHA,
BISHAL MODDHO PRODESH.
SOKOL SAMAY JHULCHE JENO
MATHAR OPOR KHNARA,
BHULECHHI PROTIBADER POTH
HARIYECHHI SIRDNARA.
ABAR JODI MANUSH KORE
JANMO DAO HE PROBHU
EI MINOTI KORI CHORONE
MODDHOBITTO NOI KOBHU.
SANDEEP
Lekha Likhi - Kat n Bips n more
apni likhben ei moder asha
apnar lekhay thak kat ba bipasha
bipashaar nitombo ba katrinar chumban
nie ashuk mone ononto joubon
haate thak Mojito, shopney sundori
sadharon jibonke aaj debo biroti
sundori beshtito hoe thakte chai mone
aar kono ruchi nei geroshto jibone
Likhun apni,othan jhor shada patay
mon ammar bhoriye din oshesh shotejotai.
Luv
soumen
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swapne jodi pete chao Bips ke nei khoti
Kat ke chaile kopale jutbe ashes durgoti.
Dr. Johnny bose achen Mancester e tight
Kat opor neoa achhe onar copyright.
Haath baranor agei bondhu korchhi sabdhan
Johnnyr roshe jeno tomar jabei jabe pran.
Gota char ek experiment tomay niye hobe
Ager theke thik koro paliye kothay jabe
Kat er kotha bhable kori pran er asha tyag
Johnny r bhoy e sadai ready thake amar bag.
Sandeep
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Katrina aar Bipasha ke niye
Swapno dekhe cholecho din raat
Bujhbe moja, jokhon tomader ball niye churbe
Salman aar John khelbe Bompaat.
Johny bechara chilo nishpaap
Korto sudhu experiment kaat kaat
Oke aar khorak na jugiye
Keno marcho tomra or pete laat?
Joydeep
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likhchi aami likhcho tumi
likhchi shobai allhadey
nachhbey kat sathey bipasha
bolbey aay palladey
nachtey giye komor jodi
lotkey thakey ekbhabey
khajuraho hoye jabo
dekhbi ticket ketey
lekhar jorey swapno dekhey
banker boro babu
rishto pusto narir hathey
hotey je chay kabu
kat'er dikey takabo naa
shey banda aami noi
doc johny size bariye
debey paka dhaney moi ?
malaika kat rakhi bipasha
nachhey tiner chaley
mojito niye nimojjito
ami likhchi taley taley
Debashis
apnar lekhay thak kat ba bipasha
bipashaar nitombo ba katrinar chumban
nie ashuk mone ononto joubon
haate thak Mojito, shopney sundori
sadharon jibonke aaj debo biroti
sundori beshtito hoe thakte chai mone
aar kono ruchi nei geroshto jibone
Likhun apni,othan jhor shada patay
mon ammar bhoriye din oshesh shotejotai.
Luv
soumen
**************************
swapne jodi pete chao Bips ke nei khoti
Kat ke chaile kopale jutbe ashes durgoti.
Dr. Johnny bose achen Mancester e tight
Kat opor neoa achhe onar copyright.
Haath baranor agei bondhu korchhi sabdhan
Johnnyr roshe jeno tomar jabei jabe pran.
Gota char ek experiment tomay niye hobe
Ager theke thik koro paliye kothay jabe
Kat er kotha bhable kori pran er asha tyag
Johnny r bhoy e sadai ready thake amar bag.
Sandeep
********************************
Katrina aar Bipasha ke niye
Swapno dekhe cholecho din raat
Bujhbe moja, jokhon tomader ball niye churbe
Salman aar John khelbe Bompaat.
Johny bechara chilo nishpaap
Korto sudhu experiment kaat kaat
Oke aar khorak na jugiye
Keno marcho tomra or pete laat?
Joydeep
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likhchi aami likhcho tumi
likhchi shobai allhadey
nachhbey kat sathey bipasha
bolbey aay palladey
nachtey giye komor jodi
lotkey thakey ekbhabey
khajuraho hoye jabo
dekhbi ticket ketey
lekhar jorey swapno dekhey
banker boro babu
rishto pusto narir hathey
hotey je chay kabu
kat'er dikey takabo naa
shey banda aami noi
doc johny size bariye
debey paka dhaney moi ?
malaika kat rakhi bipasha
nachhey tiner chaley
mojito niye nimojjito
ami likhchi taley taley
Debashis
Kheyatori
Bondhuder ek kheyatori
Bheshe beray kheyalkhushi
Doorpanete jaabe bole
Diyeche shey paari
Kothai jaabe keu janena
Nei kono taar badhon mana
Ichhe hole kheya chore
Dangay uthte paari
Shishukaaler bondhu mora
Monta bejay shorol
Harate chaina shishushulobh
Shokol achoron
Chaina shokol bilashita
Praachurjo aar poisha
Jodi thake amaar saathe
Bondhuder ei adda
Uthuk jhor ga(n)ger upor
Dik na moder dola
Parbe nako korte sheje
Moder helaphela
Mukto akaash, neelaabh nodi
jaatri shokol bejay khusi
mukto dana mele taara
gaaichhe bhatiali
haariye jaake shob dukhho
bedona ebong klanti
shonghobodho pothik mora
ayki pother jaatri.
Soumen
Bheshe beray kheyalkhushi
Doorpanete jaabe bole
Diyeche shey paari
Kothai jaabe keu janena
Nei kono taar badhon mana
Ichhe hole kheya chore
Dangay uthte paari
Shishukaaler bondhu mora
Monta bejay shorol
Harate chaina shishushulobh
Shokol achoron
Chaina shokol bilashita
Praachurjo aar poisha
Jodi thake amaar saathe
Bondhuder ei adda
Uthuk jhor ga(n)ger upor
Dik na moder dola
Parbe nako korte sheje
Moder helaphela
Mukto akaash, neelaabh nodi
jaatri shokol bejay khusi
mukto dana mele taara
gaaichhe bhatiali
haariye jaake shob dukhho
bedona ebong klanti
shonghobodho pothik mora
ayki pother jaatri.
Soumen
DUSSAHOSHI KOBI
NIJHUM ANDHOKAR
KE JANE GHOR KAR.
LOAD SHEDDING ER RATI
JWALCHHE KONE EK KHANI MOMBATI.
KOBITA LIKHCHHE DUSSAHOSHI KOBI.
BHABNAR NEI GOBHIROTA
CHHONDER ACHHE DEENOTA
BONDHUDER UDDIPONAY
BHULECHHE NIJO AKKHOMOTA.
KOBITA LIKHCHHE DUSSAHOSHI KOBI.
BONDHURA SOB SODASHOY,
KORE PROSONGSHA, DEY ABHOY.
PAGOL KE SEKHALO SNAKO NARA
NEI MAAR KHABAR BHOY
KOBITA LIKHCHHE DUSSAHOSHI KOBI.
HOK NA RAAT ONDHOKAR,
JOTOI KOMUK DRISHTIR DHAR
BARUK MHATAY SONGSHARER BHAR
BONDHUR PRERONAY PAY ASWAS NOTUN SURJO OTHAR.
AR EKTA KOBITA LIKHLO DUSSAHOSHI KOBI.
Sandeep
KE JANE GHOR KAR.
LOAD SHEDDING ER RATI
JWALCHHE KONE EK KHANI MOMBATI.
KOBITA LIKHCHHE DUSSAHOSHI KOBI.
BHABNAR NEI GOBHIROTA
CHHONDER ACHHE DEENOTA
BONDHUDER UDDIPONAY
BHULECHHE NIJO AKKHOMOTA.
KOBITA LIKHCHHE DUSSAHOSHI KOBI.
BONDHURA SOB SODASHOY,
KORE PROSONGSHA, DEY ABHOY.
PAGOL KE SEKHALO SNAKO NARA
NEI MAAR KHABAR BHOY
KOBITA LIKHCHHE DUSSAHOSHI KOBI.
HOK NA RAAT ONDHOKAR,
JOTOI KOMUK DRISHTIR DHAR
BARUK MHATAY SONGSHARER BHAR
BONDHUR PRERONAY PAY ASWAS NOTUN SURJO OTHAR.
AR EKTA KOBITA LIKHLO DUSSAHOSHI KOBI.
Sandeep
Tribute to MJ
When I was a boy
I first heard Beat It
But the accent and the lyrics
I confess I did not get it.
Then I saw him dance
His rhythmic popping and moon walk
Realisation dawned on me
That his steps could talk.
Soon enough he became
A global phenomenon
From far east to the furthest west
Millions copied Michael Jackson.
I was hooked on his every move
I don't know what got into me
On the stroke of every midnight
His spirit would transform me.
Driving to and from work
His songs would make me sway
But this morning on the radio
I heard that he has passed away.
With the shocking news of his demise
I realised with some consternation
How badly we would all miss him
And I am overcome with emotion.
With his beautiful gift of music
The Greatest Jackson will live on forever
But with his untimely loss the world
Has got so much poorer.
I pray to God to take me instead
And leave Michael Jackson behind
As music is the food for love
He will better serve mankind.
Joydeep
I first heard Beat It
But the accent and the lyrics
I confess I did not get it.
Then I saw him dance
His rhythmic popping and moon walk
Realisation dawned on me
That his steps could talk.
Soon enough he became
A global phenomenon
From far east to the furthest west
Millions copied Michael Jackson.
I was hooked on his every move
I don't know what got into me
On the stroke of every midnight
His spirit would transform me.
Driving to and from work
His songs would make me sway
But this morning on the radio
I heard that he has passed away.
With the shocking news of his demise
I realised with some consternation
How badly we would all miss him
And I am overcome with emotion.
With his beautiful gift of music
The Greatest Jackson will live on forever
But with his untimely loss the world
Has got so much poorer.
I pray to God to take me instead
And leave Michael Jackson behind
As music is the food for love
He will better serve mankind.
Joydeep
A Midnight Drive
Kal raat hua jo mere saath
Kya kahoon tumhe mere yaar
Meri biwi ne mujhpe
Kiya aisa emotional atyachar.
Uska kehena tha ki main
Karta nahin aur usse pyar
Isi liye boriya bistar utha ke
Sab fek diya bahar.
Achamka ami dekhi
Mukher upor bondho dwar
Para porshi eshe bolle
Chiktar chechamechi kora bekar.
Modhyoraat elo shighro
Charidike ghutghute ondhokaar
Eke eke sobai kete porlo
Nibhlo bati sob paraar.
In a state of desperation
I went to a beer bar
Where I caught the eye of a lady
With assets beyond par.
Soon enough we were huddled
Inside my small car
While she was changing gears
I smoothly drove quite far.
Joydeep
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Arvind mentions here that he was in the dicky !
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But once in brithday suit
she crossed over to back-seat
and all the mirror showed
was a twin pair of feet
In frustration i drove
while the car rocked wildly
listening only to grunts
hitting the bumpers madly
but there was a dicky bird
we knew nothing about
who cried utterly in pain
and then gave out a shout
i pulled the breaks suddenly
the babe landed in front
head down and legs up
a view for treasure hunt
i started on the job
the back seat guy cried out
a KLPD case must be
while dicky bird kicked about
me and the babe got out
imagine what happened next
all on cool green grass
cannot be put in text
And then we drove back
but I promised for good
to check my car with care
seats and below the hood
Love,
Debashis
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It seems like a night
You both want to forget
In the back seat or boot
Of a ride you did not get.
Time to stop your naughty dreams
And don't get me wrong
For ladies always favour
Guys who are big and strong.
Lady luck it is said
Always favours the brave
But don't drive recklessly
She may lead you to your grave.
Love
Joydeep
Kya kahoon tumhe mere yaar
Meri biwi ne mujhpe
Kiya aisa emotional atyachar.
Uska kehena tha ki main
Karta nahin aur usse pyar
Isi liye boriya bistar utha ke
Sab fek diya bahar.
Achamka ami dekhi
Mukher upor bondho dwar
Para porshi eshe bolle
Chiktar chechamechi kora bekar.
Modhyoraat elo shighro
Charidike ghutghute ondhokaar
Eke eke sobai kete porlo
Nibhlo bati sob paraar.
In a state of desperation
I went to a beer bar
Where I caught the eye of a lady
With assets beyond par.
Soon enough we were huddled
Inside my small car
While she was changing gears
I smoothly drove quite far.
Joydeep
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Arvind mentions here that he was in the dicky !
*****************************
But once in brithday suit
she crossed over to back-seat
and all the mirror showed
was a twin pair of feet
In frustration i drove
while the car rocked wildly
listening only to grunts
hitting the bumpers madly
but there was a dicky bird
we knew nothing about
who cried utterly in pain
and then gave out a shout
i pulled the breaks suddenly
the babe landed in front
head down and legs up
a view for treasure hunt
i started on the job
the back seat guy cried out
a KLPD case must be
while dicky bird kicked about
me and the babe got out
imagine what happened next
all on cool green grass
cannot be put in text
And then we drove back
but I promised for good
to check my car with care
seats and below the hood
Love,
Debashis
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It seems like a night
You both want to forget
In the back seat or boot
Of a ride you did not get.
Time to stop your naughty dreams
And don't get me wrong
For ladies always favour
Guys who are big and strong.
Lady luck it is said
Always favours the brave
But don't drive recklessly
She may lead you to your grave.
Love
Joydeep
Bandhu kothay pabo ?
Megh kalo bhsey elo aaj
churey feli joto chilo kaaj
brishtir joley bhijey
bhablam ektu nechey nebo
kintu bondhu kothay pabo ?
sobuj ghas aar buno holud phool
haway ora tomar elo chul
eei sohor chery
bhabi durey kothao jabo...
kintu bondhu kothay pabo?
alubhaja aar raat-jaga duto ruti
alshemi bhora robibar chuti
chaley aar daley
bhabi kichuri baniye khabo...
kintu bondhu kothay pabo?
purono guitar, gan lekha chera pata
premey thasa-thasi behishabi khata
abar notun shurey
bhabi ekta gaan shonabo...
kintu bondhu kothay pabo?
chayer bhar aar kothar phul-jhuri
sathey lal-sobujer sur-suri
dupurer phata rodey
bhabi chowrongee jabo...
kintu bondhu kothay pabo?
aaro koto chobi jagey money
rekhechi sajiye ek koney
kono kono sondheybela
bhabi abar poth harabo
kintu bondhu kothay pabo?
kokhono kalo megh aashey
moner abujh ei akahshey
tokhon bhabi ekhan thekey
toder kachey paliye jabo
emon bondhu kothay aar pabo?
Debashis
churey feli joto chilo kaaj
brishtir joley bhijey
bhablam ektu nechey nebo
kintu bondhu kothay pabo ?
sobuj ghas aar buno holud phool
haway ora tomar elo chul
eei sohor chery
bhabi durey kothao jabo...
kintu bondhu kothay pabo?
alubhaja aar raat-jaga duto ruti
alshemi bhora robibar chuti
chaley aar daley
bhabi kichuri baniye khabo...
kintu bondhu kothay pabo?
purono guitar, gan lekha chera pata
premey thasa-thasi behishabi khata
abar notun shurey
bhabi ekta gaan shonabo...
kintu bondhu kothay pabo?
chayer bhar aar kothar phul-jhuri
sathey lal-sobujer sur-suri
dupurer phata rodey
bhabi chowrongee jabo...
kintu bondhu kothay pabo?
aaro koto chobi jagey money
rekhechi sajiye ek koney
kono kono sondheybela
bhabi abar poth harabo
kintu bondhu kothay pabo?
kokhono kalo megh aashey
moner abujh ei akahshey
tokhon bhabi ekhan thekey
toder kachey paliye jabo
emon bondhu kothay aar pabo?
Debashis
This Morning
This morning when running on the treadmill
I watched the giant television
You have to believe me when I say
That a lot was going on.
A young woman was working out
With legs raised up high
Wearing a skimpy outfit
The colour of a summer sky.
Seeing her swinging her arms
And vigorously shaking her booty
I began to feel very thirsty
And yearned for a taste of her tooty frooty.
Onno channel-e dekhi Bollywood khobor
Reality TV te dekhae nayikader snan
Ei protijyogitaye uttejona chorome
Karon aaj snan korche Rakhi, Katrina aar Gauhar Khan.
Jhornar jole songeeter sure
Tara dekhalo koto notun kaaj
Camera niye gelo pichu pichu
Ami na mor-ey pouche gelam swargaraaj.
Doosre channel jaldi se bhaga
Jab suna patni ka padakshep
Wahan chal rahi thi Ram Katha
Ravan kar raha tha Sita ko rape.
Agle channel mein dekha Mahabharat
Machi bawaal Pandav aur Kauravon ke beech
Bheem ko Duryodhan ne lalkara
Draupadi ka cheer kisi ne diya kheech.
Man mein mere lag gayi aag
Jab dekha itne nariyon ko bina vastra
Main to hoon sirf ek insaan
Bhagwaan ne bhi haath mein le liya apna astra.
Joydeep
I watched the giant television
You have to believe me when I say
That a lot was going on.
A young woman was working out
With legs raised up high
Wearing a skimpy outfit
The colour of a summer sky.
Seeing her swinging her arms
And vigorously shaking her booty
I began to feel very thirsty
And yearned for a taste of her tooty frooty.
Onno channel-e dekhi Bollywood khobor
Reality TV te dekhae nayikader snan
Ei protijyogitaye uttejona chorome
Karon aaj snan korche Rakhi, Katrina aar Gauhar Khan.
Jhornar jole songeeter sure
Tara dekhalo koto notun kaaj
Camera niye gelo pichu pichu
Ami na mor-ey pouche gelam swargaraaj.
Doosre channel jaldi se bhaga
Jab suna patni ka padakshep
Wahan chal rahi thi Ram Katha
Ravan kar raha tha Sita ko rape.
Agle channel mein dekha Mahabharat
Machi bawaal Pandav aur Kauravon ke beech
Bheem ko Duryodhan ne lalkara
Draupadi ka cheer kisi ne diya kheech.
Man mein mere lag gayi aag
Jab dekha itne nariyon ko bina vastra
Main to hoon sirf ek insaan
Bhagwaan ne bhi haath mein le liya apna astra.
Joydeep
Happy Birthday Shubashish
I wish you a very happy birthday
A day that brings good cheer
We may live thousands of miles apart
But in our hearts we live very near.
I wish you a very happy birthday
And pray that you have a wonderful year
May you be blessed with happiness
And never have to shed another tear.
I wish you a very happy birthday
For a lifetime of friendship to bear
Your songs always brings utmost delight
May your voice never quaver.
Joydeep - 22/06/09
A day that brings good cheer
We may live thousands of miles apart
But in our hearts we live very near.
I wish you a very happy birthday
And pray that you have a wonderful year
May you be blessed with happiness
And never have to shed another tear.
I wish you a very happy birthday
For a lifetime of friendship to bear
Your songs always brings utmost delight
May your voice never quaver.
Joydeep - 22/06/09
Shiney by Sandeep
NAMTA TOMAR UJJWAL BESH
LOKE DAAKE SHINEY.
KEMON KORE KORLE RE BHAI
KAJ EMON BE-AINI?
KAJER MEYE ESECHHILO
KORTE GHAR SAF
JORIYE DHORE TAKE NIYE
BICHHANAY DILE LAF.
GAYER JORE MITIYE NILE
DEHER JOTO SUKH,
BHOY DEKHIYE RAKHTE CHAILE
TAR BONDHO MUKH.
KANNA KATI KORCHHO NAKI
GIYE TUMI JAIL E
HOYTO ABAR KORBE EMON
SUJOG JODI MELE.
DOSH NEI GHEE DHALLE BESHI
KALPANAY KHELE BHAT
SWAPNE RAKHI, KATRINA DEKHE
MARTE NA HOY HAATH.
Sandeep Chatterjee
******************************
Obak korle Sandeep khuro
Eto line dhore
Shiney'r gaan jure
Korle nijer matha muro.
Obak korle Sandeep khuro
Haathe bonduker bhar
Samle guli ojondar
Swapno doshe bichana chero.
Obak korle Sandeep khuro
Salman-er lathi'r bari
Pithe porle mairi
Hobe tomar sob haar guro.
Obak korle Sandeep khuro
Kolkatar buk chere
Andaman-er rod-dure
Jail khatle hobe okale buro.
Joydeep
*********************
LOKE DAAKE SHINEY.
KEMON KORE KORLE RE BHAI
KAJ EMON BE-AINI?
KAJER MEYE ESECHHILO
KORTE GHAR SAF
JORIYE DHORE TAKE NIYE
BICHHANAY DILE LAF.
GAYER JORE MITIYE NILE
DEHER JOTO SUKH,
BHOY DEKHIYE RAKHTE CHAILE
TAR BONDHO MUKH.
KANNA KATI KORCHHO NAKI
GIYE TUMI JAIL E
HOYTO ABAR KORBE EMON
SUJOG JODI MELE.
DOSH NEI GHEE DHALLE BESHI
KALPANAY KHELE BHAT
SWAPNE RAKHI, KATRINA DEKHE
MARTE NA HOY HAATH.
Sandeep Chatterjee
******************************
Obak korle Sandeep khuro
Eto line dhore
Shiney'r gaan jure
Korle nijer matha muro.
Obak korle Sandeep khuro
Haathe bonduker bhar
Samle guli ojondar
Swapno doshe bichana chero.
Obak korle Sandeep khuro
Salman-er lathi'r bari
Pithe porle mairi
Hobe tomar sob haar guro.
Obak korle Sandeep khuro
Kolkatar buk chere
Andaman-er rod-dure
Jail khatle hobe okale buro.
Joydeep
*********************
Travel - A Superb Exchange
I want to go to America
My friends are calling from there
They have populated every city
From Detroit to Delaware.
I want to go to America
Where love and sex are free
One can have them as easily
As plucking fruits from a roadside tree.
I want to go to America
Where a girl can ask for more and more
She can run naked on an open beach
But no one calls her a whore.
I want to go to America
But dare not go too soon
As health care and insurance
Will cost me the moon.
I (am not sure) want to go to America
I'm afraid what Americans might say
When I walk hand in hand with my school friends
They are sure to shout "These men are gay"!
Love
Joydeep
********************
SUDHU NOI AMERICA BONDHU!
PEROTE CHAI SOPTO SINDHU, TEPANTORER MAATH.
AWSHAHAY COKHE CHARI DIKE CHAHI,
POCKET GORER MAATH.
GOOGLE MAP I JAHAH AMAR
GOOGLE MAP I GARI.
TAR I PAKHAY BHOR DIYE BHAI
DI BISWA BHUBAN PARI.
Sandeep
*********************
Ghumiye ghumiye Google map-e
Biswa bhuban pari debe
Swapno hotat bhenge gele
Mon-ey byatha bodoi pabe.
Tai to boli koro bank dakati
Ba chepe dhoro shoshurer tuti
Je korei hok ei goromer chuti
Plane chodey America ghurey esho rata rati.
Dekhbe tepantorer math ekhon concrete jongol
Bandh dhorey rekheche sopto sindhur jol
Hollywood kanpache Rahman er dol bol
Petrol chede, howar garite chodbi to bol.
Love
Joydeep
************************
CHEPE DHORTE PARI SOSURER TNUTI,
LOOT TE PARI BANK BHANDAR.
PARIS, LONDON HOBE KINA JANI NA-
NISCHIT, JAIL I HOBE GHOR AMAR.
KATBE JIBON JAIL E JAIL E
AR GHURBO NANAN COURT GULO,
LOOTBE MOJA, GHURBE BIDESH
SALA PESHKAR AR UKIL GULO.
AASBE DEBA KOLKATA TE
KHABE SOBAI MOJITO.
TOKHON AMI JAIL E BOSE
KHABO DANDAR GHA KOTO.
JEDIN ADDA EKDALIAY,
JADU KE NIYE BHIR KOTO.
AMI TOKHN JAIL KHANAY
MOSHAY PRAN OSHTHAGOTO.
TAI TO MELECHHI ICHCHHA DANA
SONGINI AJ KALPANA
GOOGLE MAP ACHHE JOKHON
HARIYE JETE NEI MANA.
Sandeep
********************
Jailkhana ke bhoi peyona
Jail khat-te nei to mana
Naam jodi chao
Jail khat-te jao
Nehru, Gandhi ke mon-ey porena?
Ache joto tomar supto basona
Aar jodi chao bichana-tey Katrina
Muscle banao
Maal kamao
Onner poisaye ki kokhono haath marona?
Swapno tumi aar dekhona
Thakte hobena jail khana
Churi bidya
Moha bidya
Sudhu dekho jeno dhora porona!
Joydeep
*****************
Sandeep ....
jail jodi hoi nibash,
andaman koro proyash,
somudro aar baluka jethai,
shomoy bhalo katano jai,
shorir sastho changa kore,
firbe jobe kolkatar tore,
ekdaliay boshbey ashor,
aashbe sethai praner doshor,
miliye sur, biliye sura,
korbo din-ke raat mora.
ghuriye shomoy-er kata,
hobo abar para'r dada,
bhor ratre poolish ele,
shobai mile jabo jail-e,
abar Andaman gami,
Sandeep aar kichu nishpap prani
Chayan
*********************
My friends are calling from there
They have populated every city
From Detroit to Delaware.
I want to go to America
Where love and sex are free
One can have them as easily
As plucking fruits from a roadside tree.
I want to go to America
Where a girl can ask for more and more
She can run naked on an open beach
But no one calls her a whore.
I want to go to America
But dare not go too soon
As health care and insurance
Will cost me the moon.
I (am not sure) want to go to America
I'm afraid what Americans might say
When I walk hand in hand with my school friends
They are sure to shout "These men are gay"!
Love
Joydeep
********************
SUDHU NOI AMERICA BONDHU!
PEROTE CHAI SOPTO SINDHU, TEPANTORER MAATH.
AWSHAHAY COKHE CHARI DIKE CHAHI,
POCKET GORER MAATH.
GOOGLE MAP I JAHAH AMAR
GOOGLE MAP I GARI.
TAR I PAKHAY BHOR DIYE BHAI
DI BISWA BHUBAN PARI.
Sandeep
*********************
Ghumiye ghumiye Google map-e
Biswa bhuban pari debe
Swapno hotat bhenge gele
Mon-ey byatha bodoi pabe.
Tai to boli koro bank dakati
Ba chepe dhoro shoshurer tuti
Je korei hok ei goromer chuti
Plane chodey America ghurey esho rata rati.
Dekhbe tepantorer math ekhon concrete jongol
Bandh dhorey rekheche sopto sindhur jol
Hollywood kanpache Rahman er dol bol
Petrol chede, howar garite chodbi to bol.
Love
Joydeep
************************
CHEPE DHORTE PARI SOSURER TNUTI,
LOOT TE PARI BANK BHANDAR.
PARIS, LONDON HOBE KINA JANI NA-
NISCHIT, JAIL I HOBE GHOR AMAR.
KATBE JIBON JAIL E JAIL E
AR GHURBO NANAN COURT GULO,
LOOTBE MOJA, GHURBE BIDESH
SALA PESHKAR AR UKIL GULO.
AASBE DEBA KOLKATA TE
KHABE SOBAI MOJITO.
TOKHON AMI JAIL E BOSE
KHABO DANDAR GHA KOTO.
JEDIN ADDA EKDALIAY,
JADU KE NIYE BHIR KOTO.
AMI TOKHN JAIL KHANAY
MOSHAY PRAN OSHTHAGOTO.
TAI TO MELECHHI ICHCHHA DANA
SONGINI AJ KALPANA
GOOGLE MAP ACHHE JOKHON
HARIYE JETE NEI MANA.
Sandeep
********************
Jailkhana ke bhoi peyona
Jail khat-te nei to mana
Naam jodi chao
Jail khat-te jao
Nehru, Gandhi ke mon-ey porena?
Ache joto tomar supto basona
Aar jodi chao bichana-tey Katrina
Muscle banao
Maal kamao
Onner poisaye ki kokhono haath marona?
Swapno tumi aar dekhona
Thakte hobena jail khana
Churi bidya
Moha bidya
Sudhu dekho jeno dhora porona!
Joydeep
*****************
Sandeep ....
jail jodi hoi nibash,
andaman koro proyash,
somudro aar baluka jethai,
shomoy bhalo katano jai,
shorir sastho changa kore,
firbe jobe kolkatar tore,
ekdaliay boshbey ashor,
aashbe sethai praner doshor,
miliye sur, biliye sura,
korbo din-ke raat mora.
ghuriye shomoy-er kata,
hobo abar para'r dada,
bhor ratre poolish ele,
shobai mile jabo jail-e,
abar Andaman gami,
Sandeep aar kichu nishpap prani
Chayan
*********************
Rains - an exchange
Oh lord...
give us the rains
and a rain soaked rakhi sawant
a simple innocent wish
hope this - you will grant
and some music with that
to make the pulse high
while your showers pour on her
across the face to the thigh
and a dance to remember
to stir deep inside
while watching her moves
and nothing much to hide
cooling our burning souls
in chorus we saint's will chant
a simple innocent wish
hope this - you will sure grant !
Love and enjoy!
Debashis
*********************
Dear Debashis
I see you chant a prayer
For a dancing Rakhi in the rain
I don't know whether to laugh
Or pity your poor brain.
You can pray for the health
Of any of God's own creation
But Rakhi was made by a surgeon's knife
Did you not have that information?
As for dreaming of a hot wet Rakhi
I am sure you could have chosen a better one
Then we could have all danced together
To mental and physical exhaustion.
Love
Joydeep
***********************
Dear Joydeep,
send me the clouds
send me the rain
cant see the greens
so much in pain
send me the shower
send me the pricks
let them all fill
the cracks and nicks
send me the thunder
send me the dark
send me the clouds
the song of the lark
send me the river
full in high tide
send me the boatman
who sang while he cried
bad bad summer
and blistering heat
like a pig in mud
we feel like shit
send me the rains
to cool my soul
with rum and coke
I will be on a roll
Debashis
************************
Dear Deba
This monsoon deluge
Uncovers desire and passion
To hold her in my arms
Forgetting time and season.
Saawan ne lagaayi hai aag
Machal raha hai mera mun
Badan pe chadha thandi bukhaar
Chooney ko chahe tera komal tun..
Ei srabon amaaye korlo ochol
Borsha raatey holo paagol mon
Baire toofan aanlo proloy
Agneyogiri hridoy korey nishobdo bishforon.
Love,
Joydeep
*********************
Dear Debashis
I hear the wind singing
The roaring and groaning
Of monstrous waves galloping
Rushing and rearing.
The sky above looming
Dark and menacing
Frothing and maddenning
Flashes of lightning.
There follows a loud clapping
Thunder so deafening
Then the deluge of raining
Gallons of water pouring.
Joydeep
******************
give us the rains
and a rain soaked rakhi sawant
a simple innocent wish
hope this - you will grant
and some music with that
to make the pulse high
while your showers pour on her
across the face to the thigh
and a dance to remember
to stir deep inside
while watching her moves
and nothing much to hide
cooling our burning souls
in chorus we saint's will chant
a simple innocent wish
hope this - you will sure grant !
Love and enjoy!
Debashis
*********************
Dear Debashis
I see you chant a prayer
For a dancing Rakhi in the rain
I don't know whether to laugh
Or pity your poor brain.
You can pray for the health
Of any of God's own creation
But Rakhi was made by a surgeon's knife
Did you not have that information?
As for dreaming of a hot wet Rakhi
I am sure you could have chosen a better one
Then we could have all danced together
To mental and physical exhaustion.
Love
Joydeep
***********************
Dear Joydeep,
send me the clouds
send me the rain
cant see the greens
so much in pain
send me the shower
send me the pricks
let them all fill
the cracks and nicks
send me the thunder
send me the dark
send me the clouds
the song of the lark
send me the river
full in high tide
send me the boatman
who sang while he cried
bad bad summer
and blistering heat
like a pig in mud
we feel like shit
send me the rains
to cool my soul
with rum and coke
I will be on a roll
Debashis
************************
Dear Deba
This monsoon deluge
Uncovers desire and passion
To hold her in my arms
Forgetting time and season.
Saawan ne lagaayi hai aag
Machal raha hai mera mun
Badan pe chadha thandi bukhaar
Chooney ko chahe tera komal tun..
Ei srabon amaaye korlo ochol
Borsha raatey holo paagol mon
Baire toofan aanlo proloy
Agneyogiri hridoy korey nishobdo bishforon.
Love,
Joydeep
*********************
Dear Debashis
I hear the wind singing
The roaring and groaning
Of monstrous waves galloping
Rushing and rearing.
The sky above looming
Dark and menacing
Frothing and maddenning
Flashes of lightning.
There follows a loud clapping
Thunder so deafening
Then the deluge of raining
Gallons of water pouring.
Joydeep
******************
If I could touch Rakhi, my punch lines would have been
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Oi Anonnde Kete Jabe Shohosro Jibon /
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Ohongkare Muchhe Jabe Shokol Dinota /
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Sporsho Shukhe Lekha Hobe Ojosro Kobita /
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Omorotto Bondi Hobe Hater Muthoi /
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Shudhu Ekbar Pete Chai Omrito Ashshad /
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Tarpor Hobo Itihash
Arup
********************
Shinibar - bhebeychilam onno kichu korbo - khultei dekhi apurbo kobita - chondo milabar lov shamlatey parlam na...
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Oi Anonnde Kete Jabe Shohosro Jibon /
Jodi STD hoy khoti nei, daktar nebe shob joma dhon
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Ohongkare Muchhe Jabe Shokol Dinota /
Jodi siphilis dao tumi khoti nei, scratch korey katbey eei jibonta
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Sporsho Shukhe Lekha Hobe Ojosro Kobita /
Jodi chanpey nishash hoy bondho, money rekho amar nirobota
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Omorotto Bondi Hobe Hater Muthoi /
Jodi nichey poune-saat nao bajey, karon kata ekhon sudhu sharey-choy
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Shudhu Ekbar Pete Chai Omrito Ashshad /
Allergy holey khoti nei, diyona morey chulkani ba dad
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Tarpor Hobo Itihash
Sudhu AIDS diyona amay, chobena keu eei pocha lash
Debashis
************************
SWAPNE AMAR NACHE JODI
MALLIKA, RAKHI, KATRINA..
NOYTO KONO KACHER KEU
NAM GULO? THAK! BOLBO NA.
HRIDOY JODI HOY HOK BIKOL,
NAKE LAGOOK OXY NOLL
BICHHANAY KUSTI KORE
KLANTO AMI HOBO NA..
GINNI JODI REGE GIYE
LAGAY JUTOR BARI,
TOBU O EMON SWAPNER
SAATHE KORBO NA GO ARI.
Sandeep
**********************
Still No rains :(
Even Rakhi got cramps
waiting for the rain
standing in the sun
the fiesta in vain...
The clouds hovered above
but the winds pushed away
winds not so strong
the saree would not sway...
Sweats ran from cheeks
but never in a flood
to wet the lustrous babe
and heat up our blood...
Maybe Rakhi should go
and Katrina would come
to bring in the rains
and pleasure for some
Debashis
*******************
Surprise
Surprise, surprise
Those awesome lines
DebaJoy you mesmerize
As Sandeep fantasize.
And Arup’s reverie
With femme fatale Rakhi
Bring in fresh air
In this scorching hemisphere
So, back with a bang
Is our school gang
I do not want rain
Nor do I mind the summer
As these lines pour in
And soothe my thirsty ear
It was a long wait
Oh my friends so dear
As these lyrical lines
Bring us close and near.
Soumen
**********************
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Ohongkare Muchhe Jabe Shokol Dinota /
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Sporsho Shukhe Lekha Hobe Ojosro Kobita /
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Omorotto Bondi Hobe Hater Muthoi /
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Shudhu Ekbar Pete Chai Omrito Ashshad /
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Tarpor Hobo Itihash
Arup
********************
Shinibar - bhebeychilam onno kichu korbo - khultei dekhi apurbo kobita - chondo milabar lov shamlatey parlam na...
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Oi Anonnde Kete Jabe Shohosro Jibon /
Jodi STD hoy khoti nei, daktar nebe shob joma dhon
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Ohongkare Muchhe Jabe Shokol Dinota /
Jodi siphilis dao tumi khoti nei, scratch korey katbey eei jibonta
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Sporsho Shukhe Lekha Hobe Ojosro Kobita /
Jodi chanpey nishash hoy bondho, money rekho amar nirobota
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Omorotto Bondi Hobe Hater Muthoi /
Jodi nichey poune-saat nao bajey, karon kata ekhon sudhu sharey-choy
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Shudhu Ekbar Pete Chai Omrito Ashshad /
Allergy holey khoti nei, diyona morey chulkani ba dad
Shudhu Ekbar Tomake Chhobo, Tarpor Hobo Itihash
Sudhu AIDS diyona amay, chobena keu eei pocha lash
Debashis
************************
SWAPNE AMAR NACHE JODI
MALLIKA, RAKHI, KATRINA..
NOYTO KONO KACHER KEU
NAM GULO? THAK! BOLBO NA.
HRIDOY JODI HOY HOK BIKOL,
NAKE LAGOOK OXY NOLL
BICHHANAY KUSTI KORE
KLANTO AMI HOBO NA..
GINNI JODI REGE GIYE
LAGAY JUTOR BARI,
TOBU O EMON SWAPNER
SAATHE KORBO NA GO ARI.
Sandeep
**********************
Still No rains :(
Even Rakhi got cramps
waiting for the rain
standing in the sun
the fiesta in vain...
The clouds hovered above
but the winds pushed away
winds not so strong
the saree would not sway...
Sweats ran from cheeks
but never in a flood
to wet the lustrous babe
and heat up our blood...
Maybe Rakhi should go
and Katrina would come
to bring in the rains
and pleasure for some
Debashis
*******************
Surprise
Surprise, surprise
Those awesome lines
DebaJoy you mesmerize
As Sandeep fantasize.
And Arup’s reverie
With femme fatale Rakhi
Bring in fresh air
In this scorching hemisphere
So, back with a bang
Is our school gang
I do not want rain
Nor do I mind the summer
As these lines pour in
And soothe my thirsty ear
It was a long wait
Oh my friends so dear
As these lyrical lines
Bring us close and near.
Soumen
**********************
Fun Slaughter
The heinous crime
Of Fun Slaughter
Is a vicious attack
On Innocent Laughter.
It is also called
Intentional Funicide
When you cause gloom
With your selfish pride.
If you cannot take
Cheeky fun
Then it is your choice
To be gone.
If you cannot tolerate
Tummy vibrating laughter
Donot expose
Your son and daughter.
But if you choke
A funny turn
You will be sent
A long summon.
The punishment for
This dastardly deed
Is exposure to anyone
To plant their seed.
Of Fun Slaughter
Is a vicious attack
On Innocent Laughter.
It is also called
Intentional Funicide
When you cause gloom
With your selfish pride.
If you cannot take
Cheeky fun
Then it is your choice
To be gone.
If you cannot tolerate
Tummy vibrating laughter
Donot expose
Your son and daughter.
But if you choke
A funny turn
You will be sent
A long summon.
The punishment for
This dastardly deed
Is exposure to anyone
To plant their seed.
Sexy Football
Sexy Football
I saw you on the cover
Of a men’s magazine
And prayed for the day
You will step on my scene.
Your gorgeous shape
With not a stitch on
You looked so beautiful
With glorious bronze tan.
I look at others
In shops and stores
But have met no one better
From shore to shore.
With a baggy T-shirt
I will cover you up
So the neighbourhood boys
Would not jump up.
These big boys
Will play with you all night
Pass you from hand to hand
Knock you up left and right.
But if you stay with me
I promise you will not fall
I will put you in a glass case
Even though you are a football.
Written by Joydeep on 26th March' 2009
I saw you on the cover
Of a men’s magazine
And prayed for the day
You will step on my scene.
Your gorgeous shape
With not a stitch on
You looked so beautiful
With glorious bronze tan.
I look at others
In shops and stores
But have met no one better
From shore to shore.
With a baggy T-shirt
I will cover you up
So the neighbourhood boys
Would not jump up.
These big boys
Will play with you all night
Pass you from hand to hand
Knock you up left and right.
But if you stay with me
I promise you will not fall
I will put you in a glass case
Even though you are a football.
Written by Joydeep on 26th March' 2009
Sometimes
Sometimes you don’t like my words,
simply turn away;
Sometimes I cook great dishes but,
you don’t say;
And when the wind plays with you,
with your hair;
You just get upset with the music,
that’s not fair;
Maybe we will go to the end of the world,
after this June;
And then take a turn for the Uranus,
or maybe Neptune;
Maybe just cross them and head for space,
sans gravitation;
Check if my love is still strong enough,
as an application;
Maybe we do a waltz on the Milky Way,
with starry eyes;
Take a ride to past through black holes,
in some disguise;
Reach some planet where plastic is food,
the only food;
And where all the people stay mostly silent
to be in mood;
Where music is poison while ignorance,
makes one proud;
And the biggest crime is poetry,
reading it loud;
Punishment is sleep with alien girls
there’s no dearth;
Mostly abducted from a distant planet,
locally called earth;
Written on 17th Feb' 2009
simply turn away;
Sometimes I cook great dishes but,
you don’t say;
And when the wind plays with you,
with your hair;
You just get upset with the music,
that’s not fair;
Maybe we will go to the end of the world,
after this June;
And then take a turn for the Uranus,
or maybe Neptune;
Maybe just cross them and head for space,
sans gravitation;
Check if my love is still strong enough,
as an application;
Maybe we do a waltz on the Milky Way,
with starry eyes;
Take a ride to past through black holes,
in some disguise;
Reach some planet where plastic is food,
the only food;
And where all the people stay mostly silent
to be in mood;
Where music is poison while ignorance,
makes one proud;
And the biggest crime is poetry,
reading it loud;
Punishment is sleep with alien girls
there’s no dearth;
Mostly abducted from a distant planet,
locally called earth;
Written on 17th Feb' 2009
Poetry
Now today I will share with you the secret of
writing poetry... its quite simple...
Poetry
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take a wide brimmed glass,
holding it in style
pour some twisted thoughts,
and shake it for a while..
a spoon full of words,
ripe and carefully selected-
mix them with a stirrer,
till both gets connected..
add a few drops of diction,
with pulse and expression,
mix it well with finesse,
and top it with elocution..
now feel up next quarter,
with deeply felt emotions,
be cautious about the meter!
the accent and modulations. .
mix it well once more,
while sprinkling some spice-
and a helping of pain-
pointless but precise..
the rest can be trash-
even upto the rim!
to fill up the space,
or maybe some colorful dream...
just do a spell check,
go over it twice!
add some abstract phrasing,
in wedge or in slice...
now ready to be served-
to thought and perception,
while you await -
praise and appreciation!
Written on 14th January' 2009
writing poetry... its quite simple...
Poetry
--------
take a wide brimmed glass,
holding it in style
pour some twisted thoughts,
and shake it for a while..
a spoon full of words,
ripe and carefully selected-
mix them with a stirrer,
till both gets connected..
add a few drops of diction,
with pulse and expression,
mix it well with finesse,
and top it with elocution..
now feel up next quarter,
with deeply felt emotions,
be cautious about the meter!
the accent and modulations. .
mix it well once more,
while sprinkling some spice-
and a helping of pain-
pointless but precise..
the rest can be trash-
even upto the rim!
to fill up the space,
or maybe some colorful dream...
just do a spell check,
go over it twice!
add some abstract phrasing,
in wedge or in slice...
now ready to be served-
to thought and perception,
while you await -
praise and appreciation!
Written on 14th January' 2009
Kobita tomakey chuti dilam aaj
kobita tomakey chuti dilam aaj'
choley jao dur prantorey
prantor periye boro rashtay
choley jao
choley jao shimana chariye…
rastaa dupasher ghaas
shari shari gacheyder periye
digantey choley jao..
dana meley…
ghorey phera pakhider daley…
miley mishey choley jao…
kobita tomakey, chuti dilam aaj
choley jao borshar kalo meghey…
bhesey jao dur ajanay…
jhorey poro ajhorer sathey
jhorey poro bananir bhirey
duley otha sabujer nirey…
patay patay ghurey pouchey jeo
soda gondho bhora shikor samajey..
andho chaya andho aalo pothey
baas bon, jhop jhar pothey..
choley jao nadi parey…
kobita choley jao ujaner pothey..
tomakey chuti dilam aaj,
choley jao neel aaobhaney
choley jao naba abhijaney…
kobita tomakey chuti dilam aaj..
khata khola rekhey dilam aaj…
choley jao..
rule tana badha niyom cherey
choley jao..jetha jetey chao…
Wriutten and published on 3rd March' 2009
choley jao dur prantorey
prantor periye boro rashtay
choley jao
choley jao shimana chariye…
rastaa dupasher ghaas
shari shari gacheyder periye
digantey choley jao..
dana meley…
ghorey phera pakhider daley…
miley mishey choley jao…
kobita tomakey, chuti dilam aaj
choley jao borshar kalo meghey…
bhesey jao dur ajanay…
jhorey poro ajhorer sathey
jhorey poro bananir bhirey
duley otha sabujer nirey…
patay patay ghurey pouchey jeo
soda gondho bhora shikor samajey..
andho chaya andho aalo pothey
baas bon, jhop jhar pothey..
choley jao nadi parey…
kobita choley jao ujaner pothey..
tomakey chuti dilam aaj,
choley jao neel aaobhaney
choley jao naba abhijaney…
kobita tomakey chuti dilam aaj..
khata khola rekhey dilam aaj…
choley jao..
rule tana badha niyom cherey
choley jao..jetha jetey chao…
Wriutten and published on 3rd March' 2009
To hold you forever
you just want me
to hold you
to keep on holding you
so that you keep
my fingers locked
around you
never letting me go
of my fingers
to play with words
and write some lines
some sense
some cynical
some classic
some sad
and some stupid
and my thoughts
you smudge them
with deft ease
and i turn blind
to all that's floating
around me
the evening skirts
in shades of black
and bouncing babes
with gym-shaped legs
low-fat low-carb arms
and most of it
my fingers locked
around you
when all they want
is to hold
someone
someone - not you
someone close
and dance
to the slow beats
of a poison waltz
and whisper
sweet nonsense
make them blush
you keep
my fingers locked
when all they want
is to run across
smooth terrains
and soak up sweat
or play the drums
to a primitive beat
on lonely
moonless nights
you keep my fingers busy
always wraped around you
holding you
when all they want
is to hold a brush
and stroke
across a virgin canvas
with warm hues of red
and other shades
and paint a nude
seductive and wild
luring critics
waking up the saint
stirring the old
with throbbing pain
you just want me
to hold you
to hold you forever
my fingers locked
around you
to bring you to my lips
so that you flow
down my system
burning it
over and over
and then run
down my veins
spreading your bliss
all across
my existence..
Mojito
you are not too bad
Written on 5th feb ' 2009
to hold you
to keep on holding you
so that you keep
my fingers locked
around you
never letting me go
of my fingers
to play with words
and write some lines
some sense
some cynical
some classic
some sad
and some stupid
and my thoughts
you smudge them
with deft ease
and i turn blind
to all that's floating
around me
the evening skirts
in shades of black
and bouncing babes
with gym-shaped legs
low-fat low-carb arms
and most of it
my fingers locked
around you
when all they want
is to hold
someone
someone - not you
someone close
and dance
to the slow beats
of a poison waltz
and whisper
sweet nonsense
make them blush
you keep
my fingers locked
when all they want
is to run across
smooth terrains
and soak up sweat
or play the drums
to a primitive beat
on lonely
moonless nights
you keep my fingers busy
always wraped around you
holding you
when all they want
is to hold a brush
and stroke
across a virgin canvas
with warm hues of red
and other shades
and paint a nude
seductive and wild
luring critics
waking up the saint
stirring the old
with throbbing pain
you just want me
to hold you
to hold you forever
my fingers locked
around you
to bring you to my lips
so that you flow
down my system
burning it
over and over
and then run
down my veins
spreading your bliss
all across
my existence..
Mojito
you are not too bad
Written on 5th feb ' 2009
Recipe for Lobster
Cooking has always been a fun to me :) and normally I cook with a Mojito on the table... here is a lobster recipe - enjoy!
Onions, garlic and ginger,
all in a smooth paste-
fried in white oil,
with some chili to taste..
A teasing turmeric massage,
then on the warm bed-
with a mask of coconut milk-
and a few bay leaves spread..
simmering in the sauna,
with only spices for cover-
with every touch she moaned...
tender and juicy all over!
And then she was ready..
spread on the plate,
we savored in blissful silence...
an ecstasy - beyond debate!
Written for my friend at Calcutta who loves prawns
Onions, garlic and ginger,
all in a smooth paste-
fried in white oil,
with some chili to taste..
A teasing turmeric massage,
then on the warm bed-
with a mask of coconut milk-
and a few bay leaves spread..
simmering in the sauna,
with only spices for cover-
with every touch she moaned...
tender and juicy all over!
And then she was ready..
spread on the plate,
we savored in blissful silence...
an ecstasy - beyond debate!
Written for my friend at Calcutta who loves prawns
Mojito and Music
In some people Mohito brings out the song !
The first shot of mojito
if it brings out a song...
we will sure dance,
for the whole night long...
And after the second shot,
if you start to rock !
we will join you and...
swing like a turkish cock
While u are on the third-
and if we listen to blue,
we will do some turns,
maybe like a bottle screw...
Careful with the fourth!
As it gives out trance...
with our both hands raised,
in meditation we shall dance...
The fifth is fun always,
As you will do the rap..
while we do the foxtrot,
jumping with every clap!
Dont ever do the sixth!!
if there's a wife and kid..
a midnight gazal at home...
only broomstick ! for such a did
January - 30' 2009
The first shot of mojito
if it brings out a song...
we will sure dance,
for the whole night long...
And after the second shot,
if you start to rock !
we will join you and...
swing like a turkish cock
While u are on the third-
and if we listen to blue,
we will do some turns,
maybe like a bottle screw...
Careful with the fourth!
As it gives out trance...
with our both hands raised,
in meditation we shall dance...
The fifth is fun always,
As you will do the rap..
while we do the foxtrot,
jumping with every clap!
Dont ever do the sixth!!
if there's a wife and kid..
a midnight gazal at home...
only broomstick ! for such a did
January - 30' 2009
You bring out the bengali in me !
This is for all the the Bengalis - actually I came across a poem by Sandra Cisnero which prompted me to write this lines over a small shot of Mojito :) for school friends from South Point 78-80 batch. Enjoy...
You bring out the bengali in me
You bring out the poet in me
The musical mother tongue
The playing with words in me
The scholar in me,
The nerd in me
The accented english in me
The know-all attitude in me
You bring out the bengali in me
The road side debates in me
The aantel with side-bag in me
The coffee-house adda in me
The art critic in me
The babuana in me
The rainy-day saver in me
The bazaar-negotiator in me
The superiority complex in me
The steamed-rice lover in me
The soccer fan in me
The bandh and union-baji in me
The infinite appetite in me
The kal-bosekhi storm in me
The hemanta-manna-kishore in me
The victorian romance in me
The light house back-seat in me
The mystery of red-paar sari in me
The love of Tagore and Ray in me
The village folk-song in me
The bhatiali babu-ghat in me
The rains and wet-saree in me
The beats of saotali drums in me
The ranga-matir-poth in me
You bring out the bengali in me
The blood-red lal-polaash in me
The blue neel - digha in me
The green - moidan'er ghas in me
The yellow - ganda phul mala in me
The chill of darjeeling in me
The thrill of jhik-jhik train in me
The tales of naxal-period in me
The literate ancestors in me
The historical-mistakes in me
The 'dhoosh shala' in me
The wannabe intellectual in me
You bring out the bengali in me
The white-shirt school days
The fun and friendship in me
The holidays and sundays
Walking the rain-clogged streets
Feeding home-work to the strays
And grannies never-ending stories
The cautious dad and caring mom in me
The proud grand father in me
You bring out the bengali in me
The surprise of alu-bhaja on hot-rice in me
The shock of mustard on eilish in me
The sensation of green-peas in kachuri in me
The bite of dim-bhaja spread on kichuri in me
The chatni and sweet-sticky-fingers in me
The smoothness of mishti-doi in me
You bring out the bengali in me
The lal-paar shada-saree in me
The rini-jhini bangles in me
The black-kajal around the black-eyes in me
The humming tune in me
The scent of jui-chapa in me
The benarashi saree and sehnai in me
The shyness below the veil in me
The hidden secrets in me
The orgasm of phuchka in me
The raunchy kashundi sting in me
The red sindur in me
The suchitra-uttam matinee love in me
Come to me on a 'sundor sarnali sondhay'
We will do 'paye paye poth chola'
Below the 'neel aakasher nichey'
Talk about 'purono shei diner kotha'
Sit below the great banyan tree
Dodging the crowd at Esplanade
Lets do the flight of gangchil
With the crescendo of dhak
The smell of rain-soaked-soil
The shal-mohua forest
The black rocks at ghatshila
The shadow of debdaru lined roads
Bring out the bengali in me
The innocent smile of a kid in me
The noon-time orchard thief in me
The lover on full-moon nights in me...
Call me with your sweet 'ogo suncho'
Serve me the 'darun eei ranna'
Bring out the bengali in me
Tell me the 'please kortey nei'
Give me the look 'shobai ki bhabbey'
Bring out the dushtu-cheley in me
Dont give me just 'ushno balu'
Just come as ' teer bhanga dheu'
Ask me 'ke prothom kachey esheychi'
And .. at the banks of 'oh nadi rey'
Hug me in 'swopno modhur mohey'
You bring out the bengali in me
You bring out the love in me
You bring out the poet in me
Even if 'duti pakhi duti tirey'
But I sing 'abar ashbo phirey'
Shei bangali sojoner bhirey...
Evergreen shantir nirey!
Written and published on 19th Jan' 2009.
You bring out the bengali in me
You bring out the poet in me
The musical mother tongue
The playing with words in me
The scholar in me,
The nerd in me
The accented english in me
The know-all attitude in me
You bring out the bengali in me
The road side debates in me
The aantel with side-bag in me
The coffee-house adda in me
The art critic in me
The babuana in me
The rainy-day saver in me
The bazaar-negotiator in me
The superiority complex in me
The steamed-rice lover in me
The soccer fan in me
The bandh and union-baji in me
The infinite appetite in me
The kal-bosekhi storm in me
The hemanta-manna-kishore in me
The victorian romance in me
The light house back-seat in me
The mystery of red-paar sari in me
The love of Tagore and Ray in me
The village folk-song in me
The bhatiali babu-ghat in me
The rains and wet-saree in me
The beats of saotali drums in me
The ranga-matir-poth in me
You bring out the bengali in me
The blood-red lal-polaash in me
The blue neel - digha in me
The green - moidan'er ghas in me
The yellow - ganda phul mala in me
The chill of darjeeling in me
The thrill of jhik-jhik train in me
The tales of naxal-period in me
The literate ancestors in me
The historical-mistakes in me
The 'dhoosh shala' in me
The wannabe intellectual in me
You bring out the bengali in me
The white-shirt school days
The fun and friendship in me
The holidays and sundays
Walking the rain-clogged streets
Feeding home-work to the strays
And grannies never-ending stories
The cautious dad and caring mom in me
The proud grand father in me
You bring out the bengali in me
The surprise of alu-bhaja on hot-rice in me
The shock of mustard on eilish in me
The sensation of green-peas in kachuri in me
The bite of dim-bhaja spread on kichuri in me
The chatni and sweet-sticky-fingers in me
The smoothness of mishti-doi in me
You bring out the bengali in me
The lal-paar shada-saree in me
The rini-jhini bangles in me
The black-kajal around the black-eyes in me
The humming tune in me
The scent of jui-chapa in me
The benarashi saree and sehnai in me
The shyness below the veil in me
The hidden secrets in me
The orgasm of phuchka in me
The raunchy kashundi sting in me
The red sindur in me
The suchitra-uttam matinee love in me
Come to me on a 'sundor sarnali sondhay'
We will do 'paye paye poth chola'
Below the 'neel aakasher nichey'
Talk about 'purono shei diner kotha'
Sit below the great banyan tree
Dodging the crowd at Esplanade
Lets do the flight of gangchil
With the crescendo of dhak
The smell of rain-soaked-soil
The shal-mohua forest
The black rocks at ghatshila
The shadow of debdaru lined roads
Bring out the bengali in me
The innocent smile of a kid in me
The noon-time orchard thief in me
The lover on full-moon nights in me...
Call me with your sweet 'ogo suncho'
Serve me the 'darun eei ranna'
Bring out the bengali in me
Tell me the 'please kortey nei'
Give me the look 'shobai ki bhabbey'
Bring out the dushtu-cheley in me
Dont give me just 'ushno balu'
Just come as ' teer bhanga dheu'
Ask me 'ke prothom kachey esheychi'
And .. at the banks of 'oh nadi rey'
Hug me in 'swopno modhur mohey'
You bring out the bengali in me
You bring out the love in me
You bring out the poet in me
Even if 'duti pakhi duti tirey'
But I sing 'abar ashbo phirey'
Shei bangali sojoner bhirey...
Evergreen shantir nirey!
Written and published on 19th Jan' 2009.
Poetry you go
Poetry u go
go – get me a mojito
with crushed ice
mint leaves
and a sliced chili
and a glass
a fresh glass
no lipstick marks
on the rim
I know its dark
its late…
everyone left
except you and me
go – get me a mojito
use your lines
to stir it up
and then
go outside
go – get me a girl
who speaks less
smiles a lot
no implants
get me natural
butts and boobs
et all..
not the ones
winking at street-side
or on the walk
check the windows
with lights
use your lines
once more
the soft lines
don't dare to tease
be polite
coz some are smart
u wouldn't know
bow down and kiss
their hand only…
and maybe
a few good words
don't flirt
as they can make out
don't get the ones
with brains
they have fat legs
and wear specs
and carry coiled whips
and play bad games
no blondes either
no shoes
with pointed heels
or ask the dark chika
at the pizza shop
whose bottom swings
with every move
no size zero
I need flesh
warm and soft
and smile
and long black hair
silky darkness
on my face…
and then you go
go – get a limousine
for me to ride
with my lady
I would prefer
a black one
with a beige inside
and a chauffer
who does not smells
of cheap vodka
and winks at my love
from the mirror
maybe an old chauffer
but no glasses
with enough gas
as my purse is empty
ask him to hold the door
while I move in
with my mojito
and my lady in red
or did I say black
it does not matter
go – get me a mojito
with crushed ice
mint leaves
and a sliced chili
and a glass
a fresh glass
no lipstick marks
on the rim
I know its dark
its late…
everyone left
except you and me
go – get me a mojito
use your lines
to stir it up
and then
go outside
go – get me a girl
who speaks less
smiles a lot
no implants
get me natural
butts and boobs
et all..
not the ones
winking at street-side
or on the walk
check the windows
with lights
use your lines
once more
the soft lines
don't dare to tease
be polite
coz some are smart
u wouldn't know
bow down and kiss
their hand only…
and maybe
a few good words
don't flirt
as they can make out
don't get the ones
with brains
they have fat legs
and wear specs
and carry coiled whips
and play bad games
no blondes either
no shoes
with pointed heels
or ask the dark chika
at the pizza shop
whose bottom swings
with every move
no size zero
I need flesh
warm and soft
and smile
and long black hair
silky darkness
on my face…
and then you go
go – get a limousine
for me to ride
with my lady
I would prefer
a black one
with a beige inside
and a chauffer
who does not smells
of cheap vodka
and winks at my love
from the mirror
maybe an old chauffer
but no glasses
with enough gas
as my purse is empty
ask him to hold the door
while I move in
with my mojito
and my lady in red
or did I say black
it does not matter
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