Apolitical?

 

Whoever says they are apolitical is a liar. Everyone has a political affiliation; only a few dare to announce it, and even fewer to defend it.

নরকের কীট

 

বিধাতার আপন হাতে তৈরি এক আশ্চর্য নমুনা হে তুমি, মোহাম্মদ ইউনুস!

তোমার সৃষ্টিতে বিধাতা চেয়েছিলেন ইবলিশের এক মানব প্রতিরূপ গড়তে

তাই সভ্যতার ন্যূনতম প্রকাশ, স্নেহ, মায়া, ভালবাসা, লজ্জা, ভয়, শিষ্টতা

সমস্ত গুণাবলী সযতনে সরিয়ে রেখেছিলেন প্রভু তোমার সৃষ্টির মুহূর্তে।

তুমি যে মুর্তমান প্রতীক হবে ধরায় অসুন্দরের

আত্মাহীন একক অনন্য মানুষের কদর্য নিদর্শন

সর্বজ্ঞ জ্ঞানী বিধাতার কিছুই তো অজানা নয়।

তিনি জানতেন তোমার মধ্যে বিন্দুমাত্র মনুষ্যত্ব তিনি যদি দিতেন

তাহলে নির্ঘুম কাটত তোমার রাতের পর রাত

যমুনার নরম বিছানায় শুয়ে দুঃস্বপ্নে ভেঙে যেত ঘুম বীভৎস আতঙ্কে,

জেগে থাকতে তুমি অনন্ত কাল পৃথিবীর বুকে অসত্যের অপদূত হয়ে,

রাতের পর রাত তোমার চোখের সামনে ভেসে বেড়াত লাশের পর লাশ।

সাদ্দামের স্ত্রীর ঝুলন্ত নথর দেহ, তার অসহায় শিশুর নিষ্প্রাণ শরীর।

ঈশ্বরের অনন্য সৃষ্টি তুমি বেঁচে থাকো লক্ষ দিন

যেন মানুষ চেনে কাকে বলে নরকের কীট, আর কতটা সে নির্মম জালেম !

Superhuman

Two humans intrigued me all my life: Albert Einstein and Rabindra Nath Thakur. As a human being, Einstein was not perfect; notwithstanding, I call him the god of Science, and the other I call God of Beauty. In my darkest moment, I take shelter in Thakur, whom I refer to as gurudev. The person who had given so much love and light had to endure deep pain and insult throughout his life. Yet, despite all his glory, I would not trade my life with his, for God did not give me the strength that he gave gurudev to bear pain and stand firm amidst all adversities.

Freedom

Things don’t affect me the way they once did. That could be the sign of maturity, growing up, gaining self-confidence, or turning pure stupid. I feel like saying, bring it on, I don’t care, your little threats don’t unnerve me, neither does your charm. I call this Freedom.

New Year's resolutions

I had been sick through the New Year, so I am late with my 2026 New Year's resolutions.

1) Say No without guilt.

2) Delete all phone numbers that I have not spoken with in the last year.

3) Forget about exercises, that time has gone—accept it!

4) With some people, you have to be rude, be RUDE when needed.

5) Don’t care for posthumous; my moment is now.

I also have a prediction—the world has been changing slowly for quite some time; this year will be a watershed moment when polarization reaches its peak. The sun will rise in the East and will set in the West, if you can fathom what I am saying. One piece of advice to all my friends: be prepared for a very bad time, as many will lose a lot financially; prices of everything will shoot through the roof. Please spend wisely.

That what lasts forever

The two hours you spent on the makeup will make you beautiful for the night; if you worked those two hours on your soul instead, that would stay with you lifelong.

Every fall takes a little longer to heal

 

Every fall takes a little longer to heal.

Every setback sets you a little further back.

And you wonder if you are still the same you!

Once you tripped and fell face down on the ground

Your parents had their hearts in their hands.

But you sprang up on your feet right there and sprinted away.

Now you wonder how you changed so much!

The bone memory dies hard.

It remembers how you slaved away for the success.

For one more project, one more, always one more.

The corporate hunger was insatiable!

How you deprived your little child

day after day, night after night, your own pleasure too!

On the day of your retirement, they gave you a watch.

Fully aware that the time when you needed it, was behind.

You are a burden to society now,

Though you contributed lifelong for your old days,

Now, you are considered too costly to keep.

They are patiently waiting for you to quietly disappear.

You sit on the worn-out chair on your porch.

under the shade of the peepal tree that you planted once.

And peer through a pair of thick glasses.

Time does not move; it is at a standstill.

Do you recognize the little child who just

tripped and bounced right back up, over there in the meadow?

Life goes on, my friend, with you or without

This chair on your porch will remain empty soon.

You're just a memory to a select few, your own kindred

and only till the time they too pass away.