The Role of Newspaper in Society

Whoever invented it, doesn't matter, but

The Newspaper contributed a lot of developments

To human civilization.

We cannot even think of our everyday lives without a newspaper.

People have intense faith on newspapers.

Wrapping food with newspapers people travel, as if

Newspapers do not carry germs.

When you cannot put fire properly, put a newspaper,

It burns at once - highly inflammable.

Want to hide your face from someone?

Just hold newspaper in front of your face, that's all.

It is being used in sculpting.

It is being used in building constructions.

Putting a news paper on a wet cement floor

You can walk ahead very easily.

You can clean up a dirty mirror with a drenched newspaper.

You can feel yourself socially responsible one

With a newspaper kept on your drawing room.

While packing furniture, there is no other material

as user-friendly as a newspaper.

One can create some sound effects with torn newspapers.

Folding a newspaper and holding it at a corner

One can kill the flies easily.

Folding them, cutting them, gumming them

Just make out some beautiful decorative.

At a railway platform if it is dirty

Put a newspaper on the floor and sit calmly on it.

When your baby is making it all dirty put hold a newspaper only.

A newspaper is eco-friendly,

The use of newspaper is beyond the limits of

Caste, class and gender discriminations.

Newspaper is a symbol for unity in diversity in India.

(Well, some short-comings are obviously there

When left unorganized, it makes your house messy.

Newspapers catch dust easily.)

But to consider the fact we would have remained

uncivilized, backward and helpless

Without the newspapers. 

Yuan's Moon

"Look at that- a pink moon"

No, it's an orange one

Yuan pointed to the moon.

The autumn dust and mist

turned the moon look alike an orange.

One year old Yuan in his one year age

can speak three languages-

Korean, Japanese and Bengali.

If the moon is pink or orange colored

that is not a matter of concern, but

within his one year of knowing the world

he can see three of the moons. 

One Day at Pitalkhora

One day at Pitalkhora I was listening to the

constant breeze.

You had a lot of things to talk about...

I was putting my ears to hear a noise

                                that was frozen for two thousand years.

Through the constant breeze

I heard many things

I couldn't hear what you were talking about... 

Matchstick Monologue

Image: from a hokkolorob action, against police atrocity in Jadavpur University

I was a matchstick,

I remained useful for many-

In many ways.

Many people removed the wax from their ear with me

here and there.

Many people used me to clean their teeth

after the meal.

Young ladies made many decorative

before they get set for marriage.

And when there was an electricity wiring problem

I fixed the loose wires to the

switchboard.

I showed many games! Many magic!

many mathematical equations I have solved

and explained geometry very well.

I was a matchstick,

and I remained useful for many.

But the things for what I was born:

I didn't do.

Even after serving so many purposes

I didn't do things that I were meant to do.

I couldn't put fire in your hearts

for what I came on earth.

Yeah! I was a matchstick otherwise. 

I heard, some war is happening somewhere in the world

I heard, some war is happening somewhere in the world

Many lives might have lost there.  There might be loses of

many properties, many memories in the sudden attacks...

People could not make a war-free world

with antiwar songs and poetry so far.

Or the matter might be different,

some people could not make time

for music and poetry

till date...

Property Dealing

Let me make the deal on your favor.

I gave you all the corners of half opened doors

where I used to cry in my childhood.

All the empty walls of my sobbing murky evenings are yours.

All the agonies that even the termites could not destroy are yours.

I made almost everything on your name.

Jungle, parvat, basti, sahera,

Ashiq, ruswaan, shaayar, Insha all is yours.

After giving everything I had so far away I am not a destitute yet.

After emptying my both hands I just kept you for mine.

Disposable Sun: A talk with the Sun

I was talking to the sun

About doing something new.

The sun was making face like an ignorant

 I was little irritated at his pretentious behavior

Still I was explaining things.

I was saying about the history he had gone through

About the boring repetitions and the annoying stuff of life and universe

I was explaining how boring it was

To set in the evening and rising in the morning

Without a fail

I was explaining how imperfect it was

To be so perfect

‘Sorry’, the Sun said to me,

I understood very little of your words.

I know very little things; in fact, I don’t have any idea about any other day.

I just woke up this morning

This is the only day I have a life

To live, to die…

To repeat, to remember…