Apon

Kalke jara apon chilo,
Aaj hoyeche por,
Apon porer hiseb nikesh
Nai ba guni kor.

Apon jara apon ache,
Nei go tader nam,
Porer namei bhubon bhore,
Chay je tader daam.

Kisher apon bhuli jokhon,
Nijer pane chai,
Tader e ek protichhobi,
Apon fire pai.

Dor e dor e phire phire,
Tader bole jai,
Por koris ne nijere kobhu,
Apon sobai!

-Debapriya Mukhopadhyay

Kobita

Kobita hariyeche koto,
Somoyer sathe khelar chhole.

Kobita hariyeche joto,
Somoyer sathe cholar pothe.

Kobita hoyeche joto,
milechi manusher bhir e.

Kobita hoyeche joto,
hariyechi manush chine.

Kobita jonmo niyeche,
joto uthechi bhorai shune.

Kobita hoyeche boro,
joto jwolechi mon agune.

Kobita chineche manush,
joto chineche manush amay.

Kobita banalo kobi,
joto harale tumi amay.

Kobita jomlo bhir e,
shei nirnimesh er teer e.

Kobita holo gaan,
joto juralo amar pran.

Kobita jotno pelo,
amar monkutir er tole.

Kobita baul holo,
kono animesh er aal e.

Kobita pelo gola,
kono bhatiyali gaang e.

Kobita hole tumi,
Kono duur nishithe poth chole.

Kobita holo khobor,
Bhalobashle tumi take.

Kobita holo jol,
Tumi hashle amay dekhe!!

-Debapriya Mukhopadhyay

Gaan Kobita er golpo

Gaan, tumi kothay chile?
Chatim gacher tole?

Gaan bole, chilam ami,
Bokul gacher daal e,

Kobita, tomay ke likhlo?
Jano ki taar naam?

Kobita bole, likhlo se i,
Je dey jibon daan,

Gaan bole, kobita tomay,
ke aar debe daam?

Gaan ami, Hridan ami,
ami holam pran.

Kobita bole kigo kobi?
tumi ki mor pita?

Gaan bole, aai chop,
uni amar sroshta.

Muchki hese kobi bolen,
ore pagol tora,

Kobita, tui noyon moni,
Gaan tui hridoy bhora.

-Debapriya Mukhopadhyay

Antamil

Pranbhora lekha,
Monbhora gaan,
jionkathi tei,
othe tin taan.

Tablar shei taal e,
othe koto bol,
setar er taar e,
neche othe mon.

Tintaal er taal e,
nache jokhon pa,
jhaptal er taal e,
neche othe ga.

Mouth organ e,
baje jokhon sur,
santoor er taar e,
nache je nupur.

Surer bekheyal e,
Baje jokhon gaan,
shei surer e taal e,
jage amar pran.

-Debapriya Mukhopadhyay

Kothakoli

Chokhe amar kajol kali,
thote makhi rong,
tai dekhe sobai bhabe,
amar koto dhong.

Moner rong toh prokash peye,
probeen hoye geche,
aaj se kono nuton rong er,
rongeen bashay ache.

Ami kokhono nijer bari,
apon khat e boshe!
bhabini kokhon ei bari, khat,
basar hoye geche.

Amar ki nijer bolte,
kokhono kichu hoy?
Baba Ma o ki sei ek khone,
porer hoye jaay?

Durer jara chilo tara,
Anondo korlo sob.
Eka ami, doka ami,
Amii ekhon sob.

-Debapriya Mukhopadhyay

Abhilashi

Sotabdi hote hnete cholechi,
ek nuton pother khoje,
nuton pother pothik ami,
nuton jibikay.

Nuton surjyo enechilo ek,
nuton sonar rood,
nuton pothe cholte giye,
hariyechi koto bhor.

Sob nutoner prante jokhon,
dekhechi nuton mukh,
shei nutoner abeshe khujechi,
puraton shei mukh.

Ek nuton er abhay chilo
arek nuton pran,
shei nuton er alote ami,
geyechi amar gaan.

Nuton nuton bolte bolete,
nuton pothe cholte cholte,
nuton se desh dekhte dekhte,
nuton jibon pelam.

Puraton shei Ami,
abar nuton holam!

-Debapriya Mukhopadhyay

Mugambo bati

Sona rood beriyeche,
jhul baranday amar,
udaan haoyay bhoreche,
puro bari amar.

Fuler gondhe akul holo mon
sisir choyay mati hoyeche sikto,
rikto hoste sikto bhumipore,
choron koto chuyeche ghasful.

Bhor bela theke sokal jokhon holo,
dupur goriye bela porlo sanjh e,
surjyodeb oste gela choli,
nishipodwo bhashlo nilachole.

Mombati taar haralo jokhon abha,
Dik digonte choriye gelo sur,
koto din aar koto ratri giye,
Mugambo aaj sachme khus hua!!!

-Debapriya Mukhopadhyay

Reality of life

In a twilight,
Under the full moon,
The dark sky,
Under the lavish hallow.

Swallowing pain,
realising gain,
sorrrow and gain,
live again.

Depth of dearth,
reality of The Earth,
Life of moth,
fag from fire.

Plenty of fruits,
jug of wine,
together makes us,
Breeze and chime.

– Debapriya Mukhopadhyay

Pranobonto

Ami budbud,
Ami ononto,
Ami batas,
Ami bosonto.

Ami gaan
Ami Pran,
Ami sura,
Ami nesha.

Ami chhondo,
Ami taal,
Ami loy,
Ami sur.

Ami gaang,
Ami paal,
Ami majhi,
Ami dnar.

– Debapriya Mukhopadhyay

Memory and tears

The scream of labour pain,
vagire from a red squeezed face,
Falling in love with a blossoming rose,
Iced tears still heart goes.

Failure carries lot of tears,
success caries lot of tears,
Happiness carries lot of tears,
Peace carry a drop of tear.

When something happens to mind,
when a droplet kisses to chick,
when feel comes for share or to be lone,
When life gives support to bone.

If at all, you feel pain,
if you feel, you never gain!
dive in memory, deep, very deep,
Sure get a smile with few drop tears.

-Debapriya Mukhopadhyay

Priyasakhi

Tumhe dekhkar guzarte thhe wo Lamhe,
Tumhe sunkar shukriya sunate dil ki alam,
Milte thhe, guftagu ke saath—
Beet jati thhi lamho ki kaleen,

Darmiyaan thhi ek sangeet ki tarha,
Dosti ek aasmaan ke tarha,
Hum thhe wo kirne ki tarha,
Jinme rangte hay puuri aasmaan.

Naseeb me ye mukarrar thha,
Ki dono pass aaye,
Zindegi ye mukarrar kia,
Ki dono hum bane.

Priyasakhi hum rahe hamesha,
Mann ki alam dil ke saath,
Guftagu ye mahfil me gunjte rahenge,
Tum ho priyasakhi, mere priyasakhi.
-Debapriya Mukhopadhyay

Anubhav

Rater akash bole, Chnade koto alo.
Mitimiti tara bole, Duure ami bhalo.
Dhorar buk hote, ami cheye thaki.
Megher ghomta ese, tare dey dhaki.

– Debapriya Mukhopadhyay