subhaprakshit

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Andaman & Nicobar Islands. Engineer. Professional Over Thinker.

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  • subhaprakshit 1h

    मेरा नाम-ए-हालत़ कुछ एसा था
    कि म्ये फुलोंकी दुका पोहचा गुलाब ढूंढ़ने।
    लाल गुलाब ही क्यु
    किस् कमबख्तने कहा की इस्क वया वस् गुलाबके गुलदस्ता दिये ही कि जाते है।
    इस्क हो अगर चांद जेसा,
    जव् वो भरी रातोमे सिंतारोसे सिंगार करती है
    और उसकी सुनहेरी रंग पख़दन्डीओको धीरेसे छुकर मिट्टीको चुम् लेता,
    वो कोई जादूगरनी ही होगी जो समुंदर के लेहरोपे सवार आश्मा निहारे।
    सायद मेरा समय रुकसा गया है सारी घड़ी कुछ धीमे चल रही है।
    पहचुंगा मे भी कभी मेरे मेह्वुवाको डुंडने उसके गांव फुलं लिए
    ओर इसवार गुलाब छोड़कर पुरी फुलोंका दुकान लै आउंगा।

    ©subhaprakshit

  • subhaprakshit 1w

    English Translation:

    O' wanderer
    where do you search for home In light of fireflies
    do open you soul see the moonlight at your mind's attire.
    You're bemoaned for the wounds that roaming around your life
    even the sun moon and stars are mean to be get darken at the time of tides.

    You longs for love but preach griefs, they're disguised In your gestures
    when the dark nights come and you find no-one you cry like a devastated mourner.
    O' your faraway gaze happened to amaze now a silence desire
    you plunge Into the memorial of memories to find the reasons of this Curse.

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    জোনাকির আলোয় ঘর খোঁজো তুমি অধীর দীর্ঘ অপেক্ষায়
    চোখ মেলে দেখো জোৎস্না তোমার মনের মুক্ত আঙিনায়।
    জ্বল্ জীবন্ত প্রতিচ্ছবি সব জীবন ভোলায় ঘুরে বেড়ায়
    চন্দ্র সূর্য গ্রহ তারায় আকুল বারিক্ জোয়ারের অপেক্ষায়।

    চায় সে সুদূর ত্রিনয়নে প্রেম রক্তিমঃ ললাট ইশারায়
    অবকাশে তার আবছা ছায়ায় হৃদয়ে কালো মেঘ সুনসান।
    নীলাকাশে আজ বর্ষন ভীষণ জলসা ধারায় প্রস্তর খোলা জানালা
    অস্থির মন দিগন্ত পার হারায় কোনো এক অজানা না পাওয়ায়।

    ©subhaprakshit

  • subhaprakshit 2w

    Translating a poetry from Its prime language Is hard for a wordsmith. All the emotions engraved In are near impossible to convey In another language. So here Is the probable English translation of my Bengali poetry.
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    Will you be my eve the silver moon over my skin
    an enchanted land so bewitched that forgets Its day,
    a wooden ship on the rusty river waves,
    If you be a kingfisher or cuckoo then take my mind away.

    Will you be my hill a green draped alive locality
    a saffron spring so clear that mirrors the glaucous canopy.
    Will you be my iris, drizzles of the dark clouds
    a fairy princess who rides horse being so damn angry.

    Will you be my first my perfect companion In canvas
    a fiddle of murmuring bees at the horizon of springs.
    Will you be my Astami's morning when you'll come for the prayer
    wearing a saree,
    I think you'll look good In a crimson red-edege yellow one.

    Will you be my last at the heart's altar ease
    even In a stormy dark night when the big trees fell.
    Will you be my Uma the only Queen of Kailasha,
    will you melt my zillion years of grief and Love me the Fullest.

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    তুই আমার সন্ধ্যে হবি রাতের রুপোলি চাঁদ
    রজনীর গন্ধে দিন হারানো নক্সিকাথার মাঠ।
    নদীর ঢেউয়ে নৌকো হবি কাঠের পাটাতন
    মাছরাঙা বই চাতক হলে নিয়ে যাস্ মন।।

    তুই আমার পাহাড় হবি সবুজ ঘেরা গা
    ঝর্ণা ধারায় কেশর মাখা নীল গগনের ছাপ।
    তুই আমার রামধনু হবি মেঘের পরে বৃষ্টি হবি
    ঘোড়ার পীঠে চড়ে বেড়ানো রাজকন্যার রাগ।।

    তুই আমার প্রথম হবি আলোক ফ্রেমের সঙ্গী হবি
    শারদ্ শরতের গুণগুনোনো ভ্রমর দলের ঝাঁক।
    তুই আমার অষ্টমীর সকাল হবি শাড়ি পড়ে অঞ্জলি দিবি
    লালপারের হলুদ শাড়িতে বোধহয় মানাবে তোকে বেশ্।।

    তুই আমার শেষ্ হবি মনের মাঝের যতন হবি
    কালবৈশাখীর প্রচন্ডতায় সজীব গুল্ম তড়িৎ গাছ।
    তুই আমার উমা হবি কৈলাসের রাণী হবি
    শীতল তুষার অশ্রু মাঝে কোমল রক্তিম ইস্পাত।।

    ©subhaprakshit

  • subhaprakshit 2w

    Flown by the Lord through the things unknown
    In a ravine abyss of fairy tale,
    alone by the paths of celestial bodies
    pulled the string till the heaven or hell.
    This can't be real, may be a dream,
    my body was so light and my clothes all damp
    surely I was drunk In my sleep,
    by the crossgates of church or the valleys so dead
    silence of the hearse where strangely fathom disgrage,
    frost so thick and mist milk-white
    fumes from the lake was alluring by the side;

    A wooden bridge till the middle of lake
    a mermaid or two was lurking while rehearsing with crafts,
    hackles so bright and golden In sink
    silver chirps of rise were gleaming like a beam,
    may be her tail was legs or her legs were tail and In glee she asked,
    O' Shepard where are you heading hastily.
    ' The world knows me by the heraldry of shame but I'm only a life In shackle of seas and rain,'
    her lips were partly red, a freckle on top
    sharon of salt was flowing from the head
    and her breast left brown other zealed In hair and,
    ' how come the milky way so tattered In zest, stopped by the midway glowing for no interest,
    the moon is prime here living for the rest,
    do you know like how they glow during the day.'

    I don't, I said.
    'Ahh!'
    But I do know the day must be bright and night darker
    so that we can yearn for the stars-arise and the moon's shine.
    Look the moon Is preaching poesy here over the deck
    shimmering grasses are lunatic bewildered for the Waves to meet
    a star behind Is twinkling and dazzling by the tunes of pines,
    oh dear, crickets are so loud and fireflies have joined the fest.
    Do you know the forest God's wizardry wind!
    In a blink of an eye he can stop all these
    In a swing of his wand he can send me back.
    Lets meet again after a decade's travel
    when my desert will turn into greens and our heart will be old And....

    @miraquill @readwriteunite @fromwitchpen @yamini_poetry @kosachaya @inky_quill_scribblings @fatty_07
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    But I do know the day must be bright and night darker
    so that we can yearn for the stars-arise and the moon's Shine.

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  • subhaprakshit 2w

    At your retuning some Immortal stars
    dazzled over the mountain In eastern sky,
    waked the sleeping child and craddled her
    sailed to your homeland.
    Where the living lush shakes off her trembling grass
    and the wild rhododendron falls like musky snowflakes,
    where Is no cruel lord
    no woven web of bloody heraldry
    but the little homestays for roving comrades.
    There praise warm dales for Its tired men
    with half open book and many winding walk
    and the rustic lovers there stray at eve In happy simple talk.

    O' the lily of Love, pure and white
    cantitude of your Eyes perfectly lined In black
    why should I lie
    even If I die, at the brink of your charismatic eye I fell.
    The tangle of the forest
    the silence of the woods
    and a red moon drifts across your cranium brow
    and sea washed lips hard to cease, petrify my dauntless Gemini chase,
    how wiltly you drap green sarees to wave Its crimson edge east.
    O' the passionate my heart still lies,
    the melancholia sings me on a moonlight tryst,
    capricious of thy sea let me sink, for I a hiraeth who loves Thee.
    (so tell me,
    where to go for a date
    Paris Mars Jupiter or over the mountain rafts.)

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    O' the lily of Love, pure and white
    cantitude of your eyes perfectly lined In black
    why should I lie, even If I die,
    at the brink of your charismatic eye I fell.

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  • subhaprakshit 3w

    Where hast thou been O' Confidant(e)
    which enchanted land has named thy fame of glory
    the God whom you know so well may quite thine all raven memory,
    the crash of broken fears, the fierce gleam,
    from the shivering helm to fearless battle-cry
    we humans, close-caught In spider-net of fate
    O' from where you do sync the hope even In deaths.

    To fill my poesy with thy praise, so I bow before thy entire race,
    I bow and broken on life's terrible wheel
    when I've lost all hopes and heart to sing
    yet I care not what the ruined times may bring
    If In thy courage temple thou wilt let me kneel.

    Lend me thy velour fill me with hopes
    for I've lost the alives even before they were gone,
    blue white saffron, green
    drap my dead soul In your olive attire or navy seal,
    my ghost Is frozen cold enough than snow
    O' torch up thy aspiring command let me heal.
    O' I've lost the alives and for them I moan
    teach me to love life and those who loves me More.

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    O' from where you do sync the hope even In deaths.
    To fill my poesy with thy praise, so I bow before thy entire Race.

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  • subhaprakshit 6w

    Paradox or any explanation Is meaningless when people are at the verge of being Countryless. I hope everything goes well In near Future.

    Trigger Warning: War-torn Scenarios.
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    Floatsam O' thee craddle crib
    tainted thou long sail over the mazarine clement sea,
    O' how thee forbid thou kinswoman to ease
    tulips shade their scents along thy alpine tree.
    Where the rubab's string sings cusp poetry spring
    O' where thou ghalib has lost far beyond In attan eve,
    thy streets are red
    mihrab and minbar frightened
    where thou sheaves of wheat around the mosque and hijri year underneath,
    alas! the erstwhile doctrines you sell over thou cold war skin.

    O' thee ruthless king how thy (P/p)rime rests In peace
    why the azans even ring far bounded through his curshed shrine rifts;
    Children cry by the null mortarshell
    their mother had died
    father Is missing and their brother on neva returning runaway,
    their eldest sister has been lashed In back midst of the men,
    the parting tears In eyes and dusty breads on her wounded hand.

    O' thee fires stay a little while on the cimmerian gale
    thou cuss may fell upon the tyrant- over the Kafir's head.
    You thee forasmuch ruler
    how dare you snatch the prophecy away of my friends,
    do lease my mighty words, cease the warlords suppress them.
    O' free thy cyclopian vehemence
    cyclophosphamide metaphors, rescue thy burnt sorcerer's eminence.
    O' thee my beloved land thy broods are In paradoxial pain,
    they flee to live
    they live In presence of your Grief, they die on your lap.
    O' why thou roads are red
    mihrab and minbar frightened
    where thou soothing sheaves of wheat around thy capracious Land.

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    Children cry by the null mortarshell
    their mother had died
    father Is missing and their brother on neva returning runaway,
    their eldest sister has been lashed In back midst of the men,
    the parting tears In eyes and dusty breads on her wounded Hand.

    ©subhaprakshit

  • subhaprakshit 11w

    I seek no grace untouched by blood,
    Lover Is my winter
    my holy fire In middle of the cold night.
    Her words, ring sweet as a chime of gold
    her words a poetry to my naked soul.
    She Is the girl of my dream
    whose words to me all victorian poetry.
    Her fair skin bright as Nazi lampshade
    hazel eyes deep and bright as the lunar arcade.

    I dreamed her In a traditional attire
    In a blue Dangri
    was preaching an ancient dialect to cure the God In me,
    her hair divided In two clips
    crimson lip-paint and round ear-rings.

    She promised me
    that she'll come back to me with strong hype sewed with the sea.
    But she comes not,
    may be she Is attained by someone better than me.
    Well, she Is my Lover the girl of my dream
    and I'm In love with her
    the way she whispers In my sleep,
    she Is my Lover the girl of my dream
    and I don't know
    how to ask her to be my forever Love Poetry.

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @fromwitchpen @fatty_07 @kosachaya @riyabanik @yamini_poetry
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    Her hair divided In two clips
    crimson lip-paint and round ear-rings.

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  • subhaprakshit 11w

    Ferocious war, faithful Love and truth served
    In busking grief measures pain horror tyrant.
    Enough for me with Joy I see
    the different stars where our fate's aligned,
    For decades I dreamed of that morning
    chalet on hills, purple roof on top
    In your dialect I Love You singing.

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  • subhaprakshit 11w

    Two roads diversed In a yellow wood
    the Jigsaw of unparalleled heaven, Oh God which one to choose.
    One took away the daisies along and other thought to wait for a day,
    nemesis of pristine words emphasised In raven cliche
    witchcrafts or wizardry or even cast my soul away
    alter my petrified eyes buoyant beyond the faraway.
    Cease a little while, O' Wind!
    O' The serpentine stream, be thou silent a while
    let my cry be heard over the topsy-turvy of paths, beyond the naked heaths
    let my runaway wanderer hear me.

    Draped In my grief till the morning for a week and took the right way,
    for a second I forgot how to walk and could not feel at my heart left;
    where the pale tamarisk O' God fall like fork over the pale sanguine skin
    please tell me,
    where a deceased Lover can go by forgetting all memories.
    The daffodils laugh half, white tulip mocks me
    the gulmohors turn their red away when I sing them melancholy.

    What he could be but he had chosen to be the Poet to find her In poetry,
    they laughed In glee at all his Jokes, for many a Joke had he
    the Love he bore to learn was In fault, In the dark he preached poesy.
    Such were the sounds over his wounded pride robbed In the sable garb of woe
    stucked In deep sorrows of lies sighs In awful voice beneath,
    mark the year and mark the night
    when the hacksaw ridge dwelled like a forlorned bravery.
    O' stay wild my moonchild, take the path of your own
    sorrows, pain, Love again to regain, laugh and Joy let be your confetti.
    Two roads diversed In a yellow wood and sorry I could not travel Both.

    @miraquill @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @fatty_07 @kosachaya @riyabanik @fromwitchpen @yamini_poetry
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    Draped In my grief till the morning for a week
    and took the right way,
    for a second I forgot how to walk and could not feel at my heart Left;

    ©subhaprakshit