I don't know how many souls I have.
I've changed at every moment.
I always feel like a stranger.
I've never seen or found myself.
From being so much, I have only soul.
A man who has soul has no calm.
A man who sees is just what he sees.
A man who feels is not who he is.

Attentive to what I am and see,
I become them and stop being I.
Each of my dreams and each desire
Belongs to whoever had it, not me.
I am my own landscape,
I watch myself journey—
Various, mobile, and alone.
Here where I am I can't feel myself.

That's why I read, as a stranger,
My being as if it were pages.
Not knowing what will come
And forgetting what has passed,
I note in the margin of my reading
What I thought I felt.
Rereading, I wonder: "Was that me?"
God knows, because he wrote it.


I Don't Know How Many Souls I Have
Fernando Pessoa

Ajker Nibaron

Dohai tomar robithakur

amar moto akjon kay niye 

tumi akt kobit lekho.

dhoro, tar nam nibaron...nibaron chatujjye

sada sidhey chha posha manush se,

nibaron thakey chhidum mudi lane er

ak talir chhat wala barir  chiley kothai,

se chhat swadhinota diyechhey

roddur , brishty  ar anek arsola , makorsha 

ar tiktiki ke,

kanch bhanga janala dhushor akash keo

adhikar diyechhey or nongra chador e

lutiye porte.

rojkar moto nibaron jivey tok tok swad niye

ghum bhengey uthey

plato r songey breakfast e bosey,

tabil e chapa dewa chapa hishi te bivor

ak bishal bajarer fordo

tatey anek kichhur moto mohargho

chingree machh o thakey.

Albinoni r concert shuntey shuntey 

nibaron chokh bojey

ar tar antoswarshunyo mukhey photey

ektu constipated hashi,

nibaron porechhey anek, bojheni kiichhui,

jeebonay tar shillong paharey

jaowa hoye utheni

tobay ak adhbar se dighai baratey giyechhilo,

ar sekhanei alap hoyechhilo

kono labonyo noy, molina r songay,

namer songay tar ruper aschorjo mil.

nibaroner buker modhye shillong 

paharer moto mosto akta pahar chhilo,

ar sei pahare ga beye nibaron roj sokaley

akta bhari pathor uporey uthto

ar sondhey holay se pathor 

goratey goratey neechey ese porto,

ta dekhey molina bolto khil khil hese

" tumi akta apodartho "

Abhsapto sisyphaser moto nibaron

akta sabdoheen sabdo khujey khujey aboseshey

pragoitihasik manusher moto akta 

jantob artonad korto.

nibaron konodin kobita lekheni,

se porechhey anek bojheni kichhui.

roj ratey nibaron

andhokar ghoray khatey shuye

nirmom bhabe

nijer shorir sorsho korey dekhto

se benchey achhey kina,

mrityu kamona korto nibaron,,

abarmorey jaowar kono jukti khujey  petona.

dohai tomar robithakur

khub akta sdharon , chhaposha

amar moto akjon ke niye akta kobita  lekho tumi

robithakur.

@amiyo da

A death

by Amiya Chatterjee on Saturday, 27 October 2012 at 12:17 ·

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One death in the city,

It has brought world of chaos  

in here,in the lanes

on the city streets,

the very air confused

unrestrained cacophoney

obscene high decibel ecstatic tears,

such disrespect to the dead

oh such assault to the parted soul,

oh dear god  go to sleep

and in your dream 

forgive the blasphemy of man 

against death.

Only contemplative infinite sky

Only  reverberating silence

with supplication

can pay  the due respect

to death.

Not ecstatic blaring lights

not huge bouquet of ravished flowers

no pedanticity , no songs , no poetries

FOR THE DEARLY DEPARTED.

Death is meditation like Mountain

Death is SHIKAN TAZA,

"Sitting quietly and doing nothing"

@amiyo

Wild Flower

 

Wild flowers


I climbed thousand steps
hoping to achieve
the miracle of wisdom, 
I faced the hard facts
Explored the Philosopher"s Mind.
At the end of day
My back bent down
tired soul,
She sad, " Here  , 
take this bunch of Wild flowers,
Aren't they the same 
The wild flowers and the philosophy ?
But How easy it is to carry 
The wild flowers.
Dont you know? "

The centre

by Amiya Chatterjee on Friday, 17 December 2010 at 11:26 ·

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The source of your joy 

is your laughter,

the source of your laughter is 

your joy

Come my darling

come  with a cup of tea

sit here quietly

sit here reverentially

sit here silently.

Be centred,with the centred cup

The whole universe now 

with the billion dancing proton

rotate  with you 

slowly sleepily illusory, futuristic.

This moment my darling 

centred you 

centred the cup

with an ivalluable NOW

invalluable impermanent life

silent ...still

Darkness

by Amiya Chatterjee on Wednesday, 2 February 2011 at 11:02 ·

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Put your veil on my face

cover it with you sunrise

cover it with your sunset.

The absolute solitude brings absolute peace 

to my peace.

I am banished 

in my intellectual morbidity

You ask again 

" Why ...Why  "

the selfless sun sets down

NO REPLY !!

The universe sinks

in our tearful eyes 

darkness engulfs.

I dont wish to see 

the mutilated earth any more.

Please cover my eyes 

with your dense dark hair.

Let us now live  eternally partd

with eternal absurdity.

@amiyo