Thursday, October 10, 2013
Friday, October 14, 2011
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
The Canvas lies in front of me. Naked.
Screaming silently to be touched,
To be painted with colors bright and true.
Her eyes reflect the desire to be created
She promises to be a masterpiece
My Magnum Opus.
I color her with passionate strokes
Lost in the revelry of creation
In hues conjured just for her
Her form mirroring my imagination.
Suddenly a thought crosses my mind
Just like a black cloud veils the brilliant sun;
What if all my colors are spent?
For all I have is just one box left!
What if I may never paint again?
Never get a second chance.
A strange fear fills my heart
Deep, relentless and unyielding.
The canvas smiles at me.
Mocking my indecision.
I hesitate for a moment…
But passion blows away my fear.
The pain of an unfinished painting
And the burden of a promise not kept,
Is to an artist a constant thorn,
An indelible scorn to his zest.
My dilemma thus resolved,
I paint her again with renewed vigor
With the hope that when it is done,
My art will surpass its creator.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Chaitra rate ghum bhenge jai
Cheye roi aakash pane,
Kiser tore byakul e mon
Bhabi boshe songopone..
Proshno jage khane khane
Uttor tar pai kotha re --
Bandhon bhenge jokhun gechis chole
Abar keno ashis praner majhare ?
Kenoi ba nebo tore apon kore?
Khubdho mon nalish janai gobhir sure.
Premik mon minoti kore chokher jole-
Nijer kore ne tahare sokol bhule.
Dui moner nirob lodai
Dekhi boshe chupti kore,
Andhar kete sokal hole bhabi
Mon er andhar kaate kemon kore?
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I observe something similar when it ends:
Though everyone has at least something to say,
We wait for someone else to show the way.
“Neither too good, nor too bad”, someone yields.
Careful neither to praise nor to hurt.
Soon everyone starts following everyone else
Yet trying to sound cleverer than the rest!
But the greatest crime is to lose your own identity.