The Invisible City.

Walking down safely,
The battlefield is full of
Tanks and landmines,
Few helicopters circling overhead
And soldiers throughout the valley
To keep a vigil on for intrusions
And guns making holes in bodies.

The corpses stink and rot
On this carnivorous soil.
The trees give red flowers
And the breeze sounds like
A gloomy saxophone music.
The houses remain buried in snow.

And each night, coils of smoke
And clouds float in thick-dense air,
You can hear a dog
Barking and a little girl
Crying in loneliness.

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Postcard.

Running behind all the races,
Going out of time,
Remembering faces from flashbacks
And drowning in pools of wine.

Leaving lives,
Keeping a smiling mask
On this sad face
And taking the last train
To go far
From the faces
I love.

Leaving lives
And flying time,
I wish I could go back
And far behind.

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Live in Love.

Each day the clock
Gains few minutes
Which takes us to our ends
Quicker than we expect.

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2πr.

There's no life to live
And no lives to lead,
There's no fantasy
Coming true someday.
But there's a ship to sail
With no signs of sun,
And there are works
To be done
With no claim for rewards.

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|| শরৎ-এর সৈন্য - ০২||

এই নদীর পাস দিয়ে
তোমার সাথে এক সন্ধ্যায়
মিশে যাবো হাওয়াতে।
এই গ্রামের সবুজ মাঠে
তুমি আমি এক গাছের ডালে
জোড়া শালিকের মত বাসাতে।

লেগে যায় শরৎ-এর হাওয়া ভীষণ ভাবে
হাওয়ায় শেফালি, সংধ্যামালতির গন্ধ ফোটে
এই দিগন্তে, এই অনন্তে, এই সীমান্তে
জ্বলছে প্রদীপ, স্বপ্নকুলের সাগর চোঁখে।

এই দিগন্তে, এই অনন্তে, এই সীমান্তে
জ্বলছে প্রদীপ, স্বপ্নকুলের সাগর চোঁখে।

© কুলদীপ সরকার  (০১.০৯.২০১৯)

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|| শরৎ-এর সৈন্য-০১||

দেখো উড়ে যাচ্ছে ডানলিন,
প্রাচীন প্রাসাদের ছাদে
ফুটেছে ক্যামেলিয়া।
দেখো হয়ে আসছে ঝড়
কত চেনা শহর পর
ভেঙে পরছে সেও গায়ে

লেগে যায় শরৎ-এর হাওয়া ভীষণ ভাবে
হাওয়ায় শেফালি, সংধ্যামালতির গন্ধ ফোটে।
এই দিগন্তে, এই অনন্তে, এই সীমান্তে
জ্বলছে প্রদীপ, স্বপ্নকুলের সাগর চোঁখে।

© কুলদীপ সরকার  (০১.০৯.২০১৯)

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The Moore's law.

The dust settles down
On the leaves of this tree.
Traffic-less roads.
Meet the hyperloops.
Paranoial paralysis of limbs and
The rain falls on gravity.

The dust settles down
And everything dissolves in me.

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A melancholic warrior.

Far beyond the reach of sunlight;
Cyanides, papers, pen
And a table lamp lit.

I find no refugee on the soil of this feet.
Will you please tell me in which way my home is?

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Perfect 5th.

In the journey of this path
And the destination of life,
I’m a monk in search of light.

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Ship in a bottle.

Leaving behind, pieces of myself
in everything I love to do.

And here I lie, motionless
Upon the
Pillars of sand
Watching the oceans evaporate.

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