taste you like a wine...

i got lust for the body..
and love for the mind...
i can sing for the moment..
and dance for the kind..
i spark like a star...
and the moon makes me shine..
girl,i want u in my arms..
while my hand carries wine..

like the flames on the wood..
we dance under the sky..
where clouds follow our moves..
and then ..
i kiss your lips and taste you like a wine...

© Mukit Osman Chawdhury.

amar ami o tomar ami

amar tumi tomake chene na...
tomar ami'r chokhe ami ochena...
amra du'jon du'jon e achhi...
ocheen pothe ochena..

tobu ami amar tumi ke valobasi..
abar tomar tumi-ke boli "valobasi tomay"..
aar tumi tomar aami ke valobaso sudhu..
amar ami neerob cheye thake..hay..

sob kichhu-r por..
amar ami tomar ami ke ghrina korte thake..
aar ami vabte thaki..
ami jodi tumi hotam..
toba amake ami khun kortam...

© Mukit Osman Chawdhury.

shopno khuji jonaki'r danay..

Paata'r bone kichhu jonaki..
Pidim dekho jalchhe bujhi...
Hotath kore kisher majhe..
Ki dekhe fele more laaj-a...
Vabuk vabuk aankhi mele.....
Ami nirbaak- cheye thaki..
Amar mone amar asha..
Chupti kore baadhe basha..
hothat kore dheu khele jay..
kichhu smriti fele asha..

jonaki ra kore beray
eeti uuti ura uri..
korbe jeno pata'r buker
sobuj sobuj shopno churi..

nishi sheshe..bristi sheshe..
jokhon ami dristi meli...
tokhon dekhi jonaki ra
paata'r buker shopno chhere..
jene bujjhe kimba poth vuli..
ektu khani na diye nara..
niye gechhe amar moner
prothito sob smriti..
rekhe geche nishi-kabbo..
r borshon-geeti..


© Mukit Osman Chawdhury.

Simple yet so complicated

Now there is no bee…
Not even a single flower to blooms and give honey..
No bird to sing along..
Not even a fountain playing nature’s symphony….

But
There I am..
Ditched by a dozen..
Stabbed by a hundred…
Killed by a thousand..

Just keep sitting in the dark..
Awaiting to get back my soul in me..
My eyes keeps searching for it..
Yet they fail to see…

I just can hear the past inside me..
Hissing like cockroaches..
And slowly it smothers me…
As the time approaches..

I wish I could get you back…
I wish I could tore you apart ..
Then from your heart ..
Snatch my soul back..

© Mukit Osman Chawdhury.

Dissecting You Outta My Mind

Well…I think I had enough..
Waited this evening…
As I waited yesterday..
And a thousand or even a few more days..
For you to come..
For you to hug me…
And make me feel warm.
But not any more..
Tonight… I’ll put an end ..
And end to an ended up thing..
An end to the swing.

I open the door of the dissecting room..
Enter smoothly as I dreamt of entering you …
I take out my mind out of me.. carefully..
Then place it to the dissecting table..
I have your words in a tray…
Your words that are sharper than anything…
Words that used to cut me deep…
Words that I thought to let go…
But then decided to keep.

I take the sharpest word..in my hand..
Then give an incision ..
In the middle of my mind’s chest wall.
Emotions comes out..and decides to fall..

With the help of the harsh wards of yours..
I take apart whole of my mind’s anterior chest wall..
Silly emotions yet keep to fall.

I take out my heart which was filled with fake love of yours..
I take pain and give my mind a wash with it…
I take out you out of me, my mind and the me who used to be yours..
Then exhausted yet satisfied me have a sit.

My mind wakes up in dreams…
My mind now can smile rather to scream…
Now my mind is detoxified..
Now it is free from you who lied.


© Mukit Osman Chawdhury.

oto-ta romantic kichhu hoyto nah...

tumi kachha kachhi ghure berachho..
ami tomar gayer ghran tuku pai..
tumi amay vule onno khane mukh lukachho..
tobu tomar chokher chhaya amar moddhe pai...

tomar churi-r halka shobdo amar kane baje..
bristi jeno tin-er chal-er majhe..
tomar chuler bone jhilik mare roud..
tomar thot pai na..tai toh mone krodh..

tomar angul gulor fake fake ami...
amar angul vore tomay kachhe tene..
tomar kopal-kopol r oi thot dutuke sudhu..
muhurmuhu keboli jabo chume..

raatri jure tomay na pawa...
klanto ami tobuo nidra-hin..
janla gole dhuke pore jochhonate..
kolponate hoye jai bileen...

tumi kobe asbe bolo amay..
chumoy chumoy tomay sajabo...
dhakna khule buker kouta vore..
vromor kore tomay vore rakhbo.

will just sit alone...

i left my suitcase full of dreams...
tied up with a rusty wire..
in the wrong platform..
beside the wrong train..
nothing to gain now..
lost in pain ...
smothered in despair.

now..i'll just sit by the sea..
keeping in my mind a few dreams of thee..
till time ends..
or..
somehow my suitcase of dreams
comes back in my hands.