Nostalgia

Creeps up on you silently,

Like a vampire hunting its prey.
Courses up through the veins
With pace ever so slow,
Too mild to notice,
Till you are transfixed
In the ever-tightening grip,
Of the anaconda of past moments.
And as you reminisce with still eyes,
Your heart and mind sway
Like the swells of a cyclone’s surge.
Fleeting through brief flashes of memories old,
Some sweet, some bitter,
Which are known only to you;
Pulling heartstrings from depths forgotten.
You watch time fly by, still,
As you scroll down the Jumbled reels 
Of myriads of movies you have starred in.

In the end,

You get up, to march onwards, 
To the future second,
Leaving back the the ageing kilobytes
Of your fleeting memories.
With a content smile
Or perhaps a tear.

ছোটো ছোটো স্মৃতিগুলো

রেখো বুক মাঝে 

ভেষে আশা  স্মৃতিডালিগুলি,

এই চিরন্তন বর্তমানের নদীতে ।

ক্ষনিকের অতিথি তারা ,

এই স্বল্পস্থায়ী বর্তমানে ,

তারপর মেলায় অতীতের মরুতটে ।

কেউ আনে সুখের স্নিগদ্ধ সুবাষ ,

কেউ বা বেদনার স্মিত চুম্বন ,

কিন্তু তারা সবাই অনন্য ।

তাই জোয়ারে স্রোতে আশা , 

এই ফুলে দিয়ো অঞ্জলি ,

অপনো অচেতন হৃদে ।

 

UBUNTU stuff

Install gcc-9 as alternative to default:
https://linuxize.com/post/how-to-install-gcc-compiler-on-ubuntu-18-04/

 Search missing libraries
 https://askubuntu.com/questions/306703/compile-opengl-program-missing-gl-gl-h

সত্যযুগে

আজি দেশেরও ঘনীভূত গগনে, 
চাঁদ উঠিয়াছে শতাধিক ,
সূর্যাস্তের লগনে ।
স্তব্ধ প্রান্তর চিরে বয়ে আসা 
কলুষিত নদীর হাহাকার
হারিয়ে যায় কালের গহ্বরে । 
অন্ধ শালিক ডাকে বৃথা অক্লান্ত,
হারানো সাথীর খোঁজে,
আজি সত্যযুগের আঙ্গনে । 

Life in motion

The green fields passed by,
As I waved goodbye,
For me, time stood still,
As I rushed to the horizon.

Burrowing down into deeper depths,
Busy, on a land afar,
Clinging on to memories frozen,
Etched deep in the soft bed.

Later, when I paused to look back,
I found that time had rolled on,
For both me and there,
Some the same, some changed.

As I navigate the old and new,
A fleeting glimpse of old
Overlays on the changed landscape,
And before long, it is time to move again.

Sunset at the mountain's edge

Once upon a time,
When the sun washed the horizons red,
The dark grey clouds rolled down.
In the blissful solitude of the mountain,
They painted scenes on the wide open plains,
Which trained masters would have envied,
And worshipped with tears of fulfilment.
Lucky was I,
To have ventured out,
And freeze time at the right moment,
To watch the cosmic wonders at play,
Before they dance away
Into the oblivion of the night.

False smiles

Smiling faces with wrinkly laughs,
The perfect lives with a blissful touch,
Oh how I wish I was you,
Bathed in silken happiness you exude.

Your simmering shadows laugh though,
Anchored deep in your ankles swollen,
Hidden by your well glistened boots,
In which you strut so gracefully about.

Inside the multicoloured piñata,
Deep sorrows float around,
Which your brilliant smile masks,
And in the shallow pool of joy you drown.

And here I split straws of could haves,
An endless circle of past and future.
The open road of unending regrets,
Is what we all roll on.