ইচ্ছেডানা

ঢেঁকিতে পাড় তোলে এখনো ধানের ঘ্রাণ,
কাশফুলে ঢেউ দিয়ে ছুটে যায় উজানী কৈশোর;
তবুও তো বেগনী রঙের শাড়ির হিল্লোল
ছুটির দিনে কেমন সুরের বাঁশির তানে তানে - -
প্রমত্ত দোলা দেয় মনের কোণে, কেবলি অকারণ!
শুনেছ ধারাপাত? না না , একে চন্দ্রর টা নয় ,
                         বৃষ্টির ধারাপাত ;
দুই এর সাথে দুই মিলিয়ে চার না হয়ে হিসেব বেভুল,
আট টা , ছটা , দশটা হয়ে ছড়িয়ে পড়ে
ধানের শিষে , ঢাকের তালে, কাশের দোলে
যখন যেমন ইচ্ছেমত |
পাঠশালাতে মন বসেনা সিংহী মামা আসবে কবে
দূর্গামা কে পিঠেয় করে?
এখনো হিমেল হাওয়া চাঁদনী আলোয় খোঁপা বাঁধে,
আদুর গায়ে খেজুর রসে মাদলের তালে ঝিমঝিম...
ইচ্ছেদীঘির ডুব সাঁতারে মাতাল, পাগল,অবুঝ এ মন
বৃষ্টি, শুধুই বৃষ্টি পড়ে তোমার আমার আকাশ জুড়ে ,
তর্ককথা ঢের তো হলো ,
এবার পালা সাঙ্গ করো, রাত এখনো অনেক বাকি |
আঁখির 'পরে, অতল ঠোঁটে প্রেম জমা থাক,
আধেক সুখে, আধেক দুখে
জীবন নাহয় হোক বিবাগী ||  

স্বীকারোক্তি

চিরন্তন

অতল, তোমার চোখে চোখ রাখিনি বহুদিন |
ঝরে পড়া শালপাতার ব্যস্ততায়;
এরকমই তো হয় যখন বৃষ্টির বুকে বাসা বঁাধে দু্্র্ভিক্ষ |
তবুও কখনো রিমঝিম সুরে স্মৃতিরা উড়ে যায়,
শ্বেতবলাকার মত আজন্মকাল
এক বসন্ত থেকে আরেক বসন্তে |
যেভাবে এক নীলকণ্ঠ আগমনী বোঝালে
আরেক নীলকণ্ঠ কণ্ঠে ঢালে বিষ ;

মাঘের বিকেলে রৌদ্রের সুষপ্তিজাল
বিস্মৃতির ছড়া বোনে |
অতল, তোমার বুকেতে কান পাতিনি  বহুদিন |
আকােশর সব তারা নিভে গেলে
একটি দুটি শিশিরকণার মত
ঝরে পড়াও হয়নি বহুদিন
মুহুর্তের সিক্ততায় আবছায়া হয়নি বহুদিন কোনো ছবি |

গুহার অন্ধকারে পথ হাতড়িয়ে চাঁদের পাহাড়টাও খোঁজা হয়নি বহুদিন,
অতল কতদিন মুখ ফুটে বলতে পারিনি তোমায়
'আমাকে গ্রহণ করো তোমার নিঃস্বতায়' |

আজ সবই অর্থহীন সংলাপ মনে হয়,
যেখানে নট নেই, নাট্যকার নেই |
আছে শুধু ধু ধু করা মাঠের পরে
নীল নীলাকাশ |
সেইখানেতে বর্ষণক্লান্ত দিনের শেষে
হঠাত্ পাওয়া রামধনুর মত তোমার ছোঁয়া পাই |
যেভাবে শাশ্বত নিরপেক্ষতায়
দীর্ঘ দাবদাহের শেষে জন্ম হয় শ্রাবনের ||
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A Mathematician's Realization of Love In Form of Schrödinger's Cat :)

Schrödinger's cat is a renowned paradox which says that a cat can be dead or alive at a time according to a certain operation is executed. More elaborately to say, suppose, a cat is in a closed box in such a way that it is not visible from outside while the operation is being executed in the box. The operation has two possible outcomes,one causes the cat to die and the other causes the cat to live. Therefore, it is not possible to understand from outside about the exact phase of the cat and that's what called the paradox of Schrödinger's cat. 

If we ask ourselves what is 'love'? Then the answer may vary from person to person. It can be called as affection, understanding, care or may be a mixture of all these. A mixture of these have two outcomes, one is giving affection, taking care, trying to understand and the other is getting affection, getting care and attention and making one to understand. i.e. these mixture have two outcomes, giving and taking. When ratio of them is even little bit unbalanced then the words like 'hatred', 'misunderstanding' take birth where 'love' disappears and  the paradox 'compromise' replaces the paradox of Schrödinger's cat. 

But what if love is all about 'giving' instead of a mixture of 'giving' and 'taking'? A love which is a function of 'giving' is a certain event which has probability 1. Readers please pardon me to explain mathematically but I can't help it. Because, Mathematics is not only a mother of science but a philosophy to understand life.  Love becomes eternal when it has no chance of disappearing i.e. it has a probability 1.  It sounds ridiculous for common people like us. Its as if taking care of a flower tree for years and not being able to see a single flower's blooming. But sometimes, paradox like Schrödinger's cat happens into reality. For example, when time is itself so uncertain why the rhythm of Pendulum for measuring time is so certain? Why a passionate scientist sticks to his work when there is no certainity of getting results? All of us even not being a scientist always search something in our life not being sure about reaching to our destination. So, what if we  do not think about our destination of 'taking' or 'getting' but only go through the process of 'giving' to enjoy the love just as a scientist enjoys science or we enjoy the journey of search of our life no matter whether any of us reach to our destination or not.

We have seen Jesus to pray to god for his killer, to forgive them. We have seen in Hindu's 'Geeta' Lord Krishna told that 'enjoy what you do without having any expectation about your result'. Islam says all about love. No religion in this world says 'hate' or 'commit violence' or 'make people obliged to follow you' or 'dominate' but says  to 'love'. A 'love' without expectation is a 'love' which has probability 1. Shri Ramakrishna said long before that when one can love God with a mixture of love of a mother,  of a lover,  of children for their parents,  of a friend then he/she can get the God no matter whether he/she calls the  God with the name 'Allah', 'Bhagwan' or 'Christ'. ' Veda ' says 'Srinwantu Vishwe Amritashyo Putra' and 'Basudhaiba kutumbakam' which means 'The world is your home and all the residents of this world are your family and every member of your family is child of God.' Swami Vivekananda said 'No matter whether one who stands in front of you is a human or a beast (depending on the holy and evil qualities in him), God resides in him and so serve him with your pure love as if you are serving God'.

Just imagine a world where there is no jealousy, no hatred. Everyone loves each other in form of 'giving' without calculating about its 'return' or thinking about his destination. Jealous, hatred can't standby along with love. So, there is no crime, no terrorism. In other words, no inauspicious things. If 'God' means auspicious and 'Devil' means inauspicious then guess what? 'God' is none but a 'Pure Love' which is independent of expectation and an implicit function of mother's, lover's, friend's, sibling's or children's love. 

One can question then what is the relation of pure love with the paradox of Schrödinger's cat if its all about 'giving'? Because there is no mixed phase as its a certain event. 'Impossible' is such a word which says itself that 'I am possible'. Every time you take the repeated meaning imposed on the word 'Impossible', alternatively you can find its meaning as 'possible' and 'Impossible'. Then what is the correct meaning of 'Impossible'? Pure love is like that. If one starts loving purely, then even if he doesn't expect the same from other but like the reflex arc he will get return of it. The only thing that people need to keep patience, to forget expectations. Because, everyone knows that nothing can be sweeter than a success which comes after a long perseverance and waiting.  So even if one doesn't expect to take but he has to take and finally in this way 'Love' becomes a mixture of giving and taking which starts the arguement from beginning of this writing. Finally readers who started to think I am talking all about platonic love, can feel assured now thinking that definition of love which I am trying to convey has nothing to do with 'platonic' but to do with 'passion' . Because, 'passion for love' is the only thing which can dominate 'expectation' and hence can give birth of a 'pure love' which is all of our destination, our 'God' and which is a mixed phase of 'give and take'. Having 'expectation' as an outcome of 'give and take' makes love to die and not having 'expectation' as an outcome makes love to exist and therefore love is all about a paradox of Schrödinger's cat. Isn't it? What do you think?

Good Bye,My Friend (A translation of poem from Rabindranath Tagore's Sesher Kobita which means the last poetry)

Comments from the translator: Although I know its not going to be a great translation work but my motivation is only to reach the extract of the beautiful poem from the masterpeice of Tagore to those who do not understand Bengali. 

Can you listen the sound of wheels of the chariot of time which is vibrating the sky as it vibrates when the heart beats?

They are smashing the grief of stars which is coming out from the broken heart of darkness.

Oh my friend, that running time has trapped me and has taken me away from you in its chariot towards the way of an adventurous travel..

Sometimes, it seems, I have crossed innumerable deaths..

Today, in a new morning my old identity has flown away in the air due to tremendous speed of the chariot.

There is no way to come back...

If you look at me from distance apart, you can't recognize me..

Oh my friend, good bye!

Someday, at a full leisure time when the sigh originated from the bank of the past , will pass by with the breeze of spring..

When tears of shedding Jasmines will hurt the sky, try to find out me...

Some part of my soul is still behind with the soul of yours...

When the time of oblivion will come, it may give you the light, may show you the path ahead,

It may take shape of your one of the dreams which has no name;

Indeed, that is not just your dream, it is that which can even conquer the death, which is nothing but my love.

This love, I have left for you while being apart from you, is never  going to change and it is a gift for you.

With the current of change I am floating by in the travel of time...

Oh my friend, good bye!

You have not been affected...

If you have built my idol of eternity with the soil of this Earth,

Then wave the light to it in every evening.

The game of worshipping my idol will never be interrupted by my unwanted touch.

Neither the flowers dedicated to it will be thrown away...

I will never mix my tears, my mental poverty with the richness of your mentality.

Perhaps, still today, you make your dreams with my memory but it will neither have weights nor responsibilities anymore.

Oh my friend, good bye!

Never lament for me!

Because, I have my work, I have my world.

I will try to fill up the emptiness throughout my whole life..

I am going to surrender myself to one who makes me grateful by the awaiting with full of anxieties,

Who can pluck the white flowers from the branches of moonlight night in order to decorate my dark nights,

Who can realize me with infinite forgiveness accepting my pureness, impurities equally.

Whatever I have given to you, you have got the full rights of those.

Here my miserly contributions are drunk fully even if it is miserable for him.

You, oh my incomparable darling, are richest by my whole hearted dedication of love.

All my offerings were of none but yours.

As much as you have taken it from me, I have become more and more owed to you...

Oh my friend, good bye! 

|| কবি প্রণাম ||

চারিদিকে  এলোমেলো  রৌদ্র  অগোছাল ,
নির্লিপ্তির  ধানছড়া   দিয়ে  আল্পনা  আঁকে  উঠোনে ,
দীর্ঘ  সুষুপ্তির  অন্ধকার  হতে  অবিরাম  ছুটে  চলা
এক  উঠোন  থেকে  অন্য  উঠোনে ; ব্যাং  থেকে  ব্যাঙাচির  মত
অনির্দিষ্ট  অবিরল  খুঁটে  খাওয়া  জীবন  থেকে  অভীপ্সার  বীজ  বুনে  চলা  |
তবুও  তো  লাঙ্গল  শক্তিশালী  নই  আজও ,
মেঠো ইঁদুরের গর্তে  খাদ্য  অনাবিল ..
সবুজ  কি  মরে গেল  চিরতরে ? নাকি  এ বসন্তের  পূর্বাভাস ?
অলক্ষ্যে  বিধাতা  হাসেন , ভাগ্যদেবী   বিপর্যস্ত ..
অগত্যা  রক্ততেই  হাত  রাঙাতে  হয়, ফুল  ফুটুক  না  ফুটুক  আজ  বসন্ত  ভেবেই ,
সূর্যালোক  এর  প্রত্যাশী   না  হয়ে  কেঁচোর  গর্তে  বিলীন  আসন্ন  শীত  এর  আশঙ্কায়  ||
হাজারটা  সূর্য  ঝলসিয়ে  শেষ  হয়ে  যায় ...পড়ে থাকে  শুধু  সাদা  ছাই..
তবু  আগুন  নেভে  কই ?
খাল  কেটে  জলের  বদলে  কুমীর  আসে  বলে
বিপন্ন  কবি  কুঠার  হাতে  আগুনের  রসদ  খুঁজে  আনে
ব্যর্থ  প্রাণ  এর  আবর্জনাগুলো  জ্বালাবে  বলে  |
এবার  পা  চালানোর  পালা ...
ভোর হতে  এখনো  অনেকটা  পথ  বাকি  ||