An ode to youth hood (যৌৱন)

An ode to youth hood (যৌৱন) 

After birth – the crying

Then the slumber of forgetfulness

Slowly its adolescence

Thereafter its youth

Youth hood is none but a dream.

And what after the dream?

The dream is better

Let it continue

 

Piece from Jatra (যাত্রা), a collection of creative fiction about journey of a young mind searching exactitude .

Also read:Jatra 

Through the window

Of me and the world

Of me and the world.
Why separate ways for the two?
I stayed back; within me
He proceeded all the way through.
Who is lost?
And where?

The inner self and the outside, why the path tearing apart?

Thats the question in this phase of Jatra

art:Dr.Uddip Talukdar

Take off ,Phase 2: continues :Rebel without a reason

Rebel without a reason

Rebellion is on
Without weaponry
Without comrades
For no reasons
Or accreditation;
No one is oppressed
Or the oppressor.
Only the rebellion is on.

I hear the roars of rebel within, against the system we don’t like to accept

This phase discusses that part.

Few go for a revolution that deviated form its path

Few become REBEL WITHOUT A REASON

Jatra Phase 2 -Take off in a Nectarous Evening

Nectarous Evenings

A Nectarous evening

Satan worshipers were our hearts.

Accompanied by:

Roasted meat called dream..

Smoke filled whirlpool,

Deafening music!

And in rhythm-

We, the thirsty vampires.

Our destiny-

A spread cerulean body,

Brackish vein’s drinks,

Hungry denture in roasted heart.

The ecstasy of retching- after the booze.

A Poem for Jim

the man who symbolizes the affinity for booze, poetry and ecstasy of a young mind. Like that in its take off, Jatra discuseses the hidden Jim inside all youth.

Watch the video @ :

http://ishare.rediff.com/video/entertainment/jim-morrison-jatra/779780

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uz0011Qn2p4

Phase 1: Boarding in - Jatra

Faded Jeans Ideology

Each and every moments of faded jeans ideology

Over cafés, parks and 100cc bikes.

Sleepless nights on songbird’s blues.

Through the coloured spectacles

Canteen, party and evening’s blue guitar;

Bitter smoke filled time on cards

Everyday. …Every night.

Amidst them, please don’t bring up-

The stench of bland truth,

Reality of dreams, someone’s sad elegy.

They are just paper boats

Floating on the turbulent drunken river

‘This is life man, its basic appeal’!

At first it’s all fun

Phase 1 is about friend’s en all

Life seems all the very romantic here

See the video @http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOX6TMOGB_Y

or @ http://ishare.rediff.com/video/entertainment/jatra/768254