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Aydin Ilhan Apr 2021
সে আমার অপ্রকাশিত কবিতার পঙক্তি;
সে আমার অসম্পূর্ণ নাটকের মুখ্য চরিত্র,
আমার মানস মঞ্চে সে সর্বদা উপবীত,
কল্পনার শূন্য থিয়েটারে আমার আনুরক্তি;
নাটকের শেষ অঙ্কে সে-ই আমার হন্তা।

সে একাকী বিকেলবেলার অকারণ বিষণ্ণতা,
সে খোলা নীল আকাশ, সাদা মেঘ ভাসায়
প্রকৃতি যেথায়, সেথায় মুক্তির আশায়
আমার খাঁচায় বন্দি পাখির নিরন্তর ব্যর্থ নিনাদ।

সে আমার বামুনের না পাওয়া চাঁদ,
সে আমার মনের ভিতরে থাকা
না বলা অশেষ কথোপকথন,
সময়ে অসময়ে আপন কর্ণকুহরে
সে আমার সশব্দের হৃদস্পন্দন।

সে বালি দিয়ে গড়া ভাস্কর্য সময়ের সমুদ্রতটে,
যা বিরামহীন ঢেউয়ের পুনরাবৃত্তির প্রেক্ষাপটে
নিষ্ঠুর সমুদ্রের থাবা ভেঙে দেয় প্রতিবারে।

নিয়তির লিখন বদলাতে কে পারে?
তাই হয়ত সে আমার চিরকালের না পাওয়া,
তবুও তাকে নিয়েই মনে মনে
হাত ধরে প্রজ্বলিত পলাশের কল্পবনে
মুক্ত বিহঙ্গের মত হারিয়ে যাওয়া।

ব্যাকুল হৃদে সে আমার না শোনা গান;
তার আমার মাঝে লক্ষ যোজন ব্যবধান,
মনের সুগভীর কোনে লুকিয়ে থাকা
সে আমার অচেনা অভিমান।

সে গ্রীষ্মের মাটিফাটা রোদ্দুরে
আমার মূক হৃদয়ের শূন্য অন্দরে
দাবদাহে চৌচির জমিনে অনাসৃষ্টি,
সে কালবৈশাখীর মেঘ থেকে না হওয়া বৃষ্টি;
যার আশে মন চাতক ঘুরে ফেরে করে হাহাকার।

তার নান্দনিকতার কাছে আমি বড়ো কদাকার;
রীতিনীতির বিভাজনে আমি চিরকালের পর,
তাই দমকা বাতাসে সে আমার তাসের ঘর।

তবু মাঝরাতে হঠাৎ ঘুম ভেঙে
রুপোলী চাঁদের স্নিগ্ধ আলোছায়ায়
আকুল মন আমার ভেসে আসা বাতাসে
না থাকা তার হাসনুহানার সুবাসে।
আমার কলঙ্কীনী চাঁদকে সঙ্গ দিতে তারারা নেই
নীল ঘাসের উপর মুখথুবড়ে পড়া সবুজ আকাশে।
Aydin Ilhan Mar 2021
Suzanne stares at him (1)
With a question in her
Evocative eyes,
No disguise, no lies;
But he is cautious now,
He won't let her avow.
He won't let the guard down
For deep down he knows
He cannot afford to get
His heart broken twice;
Won't let one to thaw the ice
And the soliloquy runs
"I won't let anyone in;
I won't let anyone get too close,
I won't trust anyone again,
Never again, never again"

And Suzanne cooks good food
And feeds him delicious homemade pizza
And she gives him a good talk
And tells him to watch the moon;
Suzanne shows him photos from the past
But he has now a heart of a stone
And the soliloquy runs
"I won't let anyone in;
I won't let anyone get too close,
I won't trust anyone again,
Never again, never again"

Suzanne makes subtle move;
Suzanne makes him translate
St. Teresa's speech on love
But he's cautious than ever before
And the raven in him says "Nevermore" (2)
And the soliloquy runs
"I won't let anyone in;
I won't let anyone get too close,
I won't trust anyone again,
Never again, never again"

He now takes good care of
His mended heart
For he knows, nothing aches
Like a broken heart.
And every now and then
He thanks Cecilia in his mind;
For once she loved him
And left him prescind
That made him immune to love.
1. The name Suzanne is a reference to Leonard Cohen's 'Suzanne'. The song 'Suzanne' is beautifully written where Cohen made friendship, love and spirituality hold hand in hand.

2. 'The Raven' by Edgar Allan Poe. Poe was a genius and had much to give had he lived longer.
Aydin Ilhan Mar 2021
Oh! pretty moth, you came attracted
To the stone cold and white neon light
And thousands futile attempts made;
Was it not a long and unfruitful flight?

Was it for pleasure or pain you poor being
Came crashing into that heartless thing
That you have become so enamoured of?

Was it painful pleasure or pleasurable pain
For which being wounded every time thereof
You kept rushing on to it again and again?

Are you too blighted by the ominous love
That was destined to be doomed as written
By the crooked and dimmed star above?

Can you not see your love is eyeless?
And you are a mere pawn in a game of chess
Played by an omnipotent ****** disguised
As Fate, or Chance, or Coincidence;
Are you too robbed of your sense
That you have never realised
In what foolishness or anguish
You've conceived a death wish
And unwillingly wanted it to be fulfilled?
University years
Aydin Ilhan Mar 2021
Dearest Cecilia, you may continue
To torment my forlorn and aching heart,
On every weekday making wounds anew
For another two months ere we all part.
Winged archer's blind arrows pierced me athwart;
At every sight of you, in me your love will renew,
Though for your gold complexion I might be dirt
That you would quite surely like to eschew.
I doubt not you are heavenly stardust,
But for you my feelings thwart I must
Till I bid adieu. Till then I'll try to find
Solace and comfort in my restless mind
By listening to Bosson's discography;
By then I know not the law of Murphy.
University years
Aydin Ilhan Feb 2021
In this nameless wasteland
Lay scattered signs of
Last night's jostle in bed,
Thrown away
Broken toys of civilised society,
Torn and twisted e-waste,
Discarded and broken furniture,
Smell of burnt polythene paper
In the afternoon air.

On the valley of garbage
Standing scattered a few shabby people,
Among them there is a dark skinned boy
Sitting on a heap of garbage
Holding a semi-transparent balloon.

Used condoms are
Waiting in his ***** pants' pocket
To become inflated like
The one that he holds in his hand.

The courtesan couldn't stop him
From seeing
The misery of her world;
The client wanted to have her
Without protection
And she wanted to earn
Twenty five rupees more.

Now deadly diseases are
Finding their home
In her courageous body.
Leaving behind the sins,
The father has disappeared
In the bustles of
Glittering cityscape.

Here once again
The Evening is now closing his curtains
With all his yesterday's drudgery,
Again the Sun has hidden his face behind
The shameful horizon of slums.

Near and far
The city is staying awake.
The valley of garbage is now trying
To hide it's rotting smell
With reeking perfume.
Men have started
To come in and out of
Dingy rooms of women
At measured intervals.
Aydin Ilhan Feb 2021
IV
On asking, with whom she is courting,
She does say that she is being courted
By no one, in assurance comforting;
Yet she speaks, with an air convoluted,
That she has been married to five;
Indeed to her sublime veracity and wit
And bravery, and her pure soul so naive,
And her nonpareil beauty exquisite.
Her pure heart is a shining red ruby,
A diamond worthy of her may impress,
I'm unworthy, with her touch gold I'd be.
Yet upon me she showers not her grace.
Oh! I wish her the diamond worthiest
For I know she'll be then the happiest.
(University years)
Aydin Ilhan Jan 2021
She loved him
That's why she kept hurting,
He didn't love her
That's why he stuck around
And kept holding thorny roses
Ignoring the cuts and bruises.


She loved him
That's why she accused him of infidelity
And he didn't love her
That's why he, like a fool,
Kept trying to prove
Against her false allegations.

She loved him
That's why she just sat at
Her home
While he wept
Out of deep longing at his
And he didn't love her
That's why he rushed to her
Leaving everything behind
Just to soothe her worries.

She loved him
That is why she never wanted to meet him
And he didn't love her
That's why he kept asking for her to meet him.

She loved him
That is why he was her "may be"
And he didn't love her
That is why she was his "one and only".

She loved him
That's why she left him
And he didn't love her
That's why he kept waiting
For her to return.
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