A Humorous Poem - Crafting - By Oishik

I love to do crafting
All day long,
But always think sitting
Singing a song;
What to make
As a good old craft -
And while having milk shake
Finally thought of a raft.
I got myself
Some popsicle sticks;
And from my shelf
A book of tricks;
Which was my favourite
But Oh! My ! God!
Ended up  cutting
it into an iPad
I  sat and thought -
Was this the idea
Of making a raft,
And so, for the perfect idea
Bought a book of craft.
Now I took my popsicle sticks,
And glued them on top of one another
Then took a scissor from the freezer
Which was another trick of my brother
And when ready to cut
The raft's flag;
Ended up cutting my brother's pillow stag!
All the pillow stuffing from its inside
Landed up on the floor making a mess -
But a brain like mine could never lose;
So I picked 'em up and glued 'em on my face!!

স্বপ্ন দেখা by Oishik

স্বপ্ন দেখলাম আমি
    খেতে গেছি এক রেষ্টুরেন্ট-এ -
আমার সাথে খাচ্ছে
     নন্টে এবং ফন্টে ।
আদেশ দিলাম অনেক কিছুর,
শেষে খেলাম সুধু সরবত লিচুর ।।

পথকিরণ দাস by Oishik

পথকিরণ দাস
খেতে ভালবাসে ঘাস,
পথকিরণ দাস
গুনতে পারেনা মাস ।
তার খাওয়া বড় অদভুত,
সে দেখে ভাবে সে এক ভূত |
সে ভাবে সকালকে  রাত,
তার মনে হয় চাঁদ হলো মাখা ভাত ।
সে ভাবে জল গজায় গাছে,
তার মনে হয় জলের ও প্রাণ আছে ।
এই ভাবেই থাকে পথকিরণ দাস
কেটে যায় মাসের পর মাস ।

The above poem is Oishik's tribute to Sukumar Roy! He has started reading his poems from the day he was selected for the drama Lakshmaner Shaktishel that was staged during the Durga Pujo!

For the picture, I could not find a better পথকিরণ দাস  - a person more naive (read foolish) than me.

দুর্গা পুজো by Oishik

ছোটো, বড়ো, রুগী, কুঁজো,
ভালোবাসে দুর্গা পুজো।
খাওয়া-দাওয়া, ভোগের সাথে
চলে সবাই আনন্দের পথে।
ঢাকের তালে কোমর দোলে -
নাচে সবাই দলে দলে ।।

The Day Beautiful and Gay

By Oishik

It's a very nice and sunny day,
I can see the blue bay.
Will you go for a tour?
We'll find an adventurous moor.
Come on let us play,
In the lovely, sunny day.

Poem II by Oishik

ঝ​ড় বয়

      ভয় হয়।

বাঁকা পথ​

       কোথায় যাব ?

খোলা আকাশ

     উড়ে যাব ॥

Don’t Raise Your Hand

My son is my best friend. We eat, pray and fight together. That day, I was dead asleep - a typical scene in any Sunday afternoon. Oishik was trying to pull me out of the bed for a game of cricket. After few failed attempts, he started blowing on my back. I was enjoying every massaging blow as if there is no point beating a dead horse. But with passing time, the intensity of blow was rising. Gradually it was becoming unbearable. Suddenly the rescuer appeared in the room from nowhere. “Rich, I told you never to raise your hand” – my wife rebuked.

Next day. I was working from home. Osihik came home from school with a very sad face. Both my wife and I were hell bent to know the reason. He said -

“Game teacher made me stand for an hour outside the class”.

“Why?”

“She asked me to raise my hands and I did not”. After a momentary silence, we all broke into laughter.