যা লিখি, হয়ত কিছুই লিখি না। যা লিখব হয়ত অনেককিছুই লিখব। আসল কথা হলো, গল্প ছাড়া কিছুই লিখতে পারি না
নৈঃশব্দের ভেতরে শব্দ তৈরী হচ্ছে না বলে;
জরাজীর্ণ বাড়িটি এখন সাপের
কমিউনিটি সেন্টার। দেয়াল বেয়ে ওঠে
ছারপোকা, শোনে অর্থহীন এপিটাফ।
ছোট্ট দেহে ছারপোকার বিষণ্ণতার বুনন,
সাপগুলো ধীরে ধীরে হয়ে ওঠে মানুষ;দুটি
হাত, দু’টো পা-ওয়ালা আপন মানুষ; ঠিক
আমার মতো, ঠিক তোমার মতো।
বৃষ্টির সামান্য শব্দে ভেঙে যেতে পারে নৈঃশব্দ,
ধসে পড়তে বাড়ি, ঝরা পাতার মতো; বন্ধ হয়ে
যাবে সাপগুলোর সঙ্গম প্রক্রিয়ার সূচনাঘর।
আমি তাই হয়েছি, নৈঃশব্দের শব্দ হন্তারক
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মানুষ হিসেবে, জাতি হিসেবে আমরা প্রতিক্রিয়াশীল। আমাদের ভেতরে ঘাপটি মেরে থাকে বিষধর সাপ, ফনা তোলার সুযোগের অপেক্ষায়। আমরা আকাশ পরিষ্কার দেখলে ভাবি, এখানে কোনো মেঘ নেই কেন? মেঘগুলো যখন তুলোর মতো ভেসে বেড়ায়, আমরা ভাবি এত মেঘ, কাহিনীটা কী? আমরা নিঃশব্দে ধারন করি, হত্যার মনোবৃত্তি। দুর্নীতি হচ্ছে বলে গলা ফাটিয়ে ফেলি, নিজে সুযোগ পেলে কম কিছু করিনা।
আমরা নারীর পোশাককে বর্ম বানিয়ে অসম্মান করি তাদের, অথচ আমার ঘরে থাকা শালীন পোশাক পরিহিত বোন যখন মাঝরাতে ফুঁপিয়ে ফুঁপিয়ে কাঁদে মনে করি, এগুলো মেয়েমানুষী ব্যাপার।
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ধর্ম নিয়ে খোলামেলা আলোচনাকে আমরা গলা টিপে হত্যা করি। মাদ্রাসায় তৈরী করি কিছু ইউসলেস জনশক্তি।
ইংলিশ মিডিয়াম স্কুলে ছেলেমেয়েরা জানে না দেশ আসলে কী? প্রচলিত বাংলা মিডিয়ামে আমরা মুখস্থ বিদ্যায় পারদর্শী। বাবা-মা জোর করে বানিয়ে দেন ডাক্তার-ইঞ্জিনিয়ার; অথচ ছেলেটি কিংবা মেয়েটি পদার্থবিদ হতে চেয়েছিল।
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নিজেদের অজান্তেই আমরা নৈঃশব্দের শব্দ হন্তারক,
যেখানে কথা বলা পাপ, কুকথা বলা সৌন্দর্য।
যেখানে স্বপ্নগুলো ঝুলে থাকে ছারপোকা হয়ে,
যেখানে ছারপোকাগুলো হয়ে ওঠে সাপ।
ব্যাকগ্রাউন্ডে তখন বাজে মানবিক মৃত্যুর গান;
আমরা নাকি স্বর্গে যেতে চাই!
( কবিতা লিখিনা, তাই কবিতার সাথে জুড়ে দিলাম কিছু কথা) ।
অনলাইনে ছড়িয়ে ছিটিয়ে থাকা কথা গুলোকেই সহজে জানবার সুবিধার জন্য একত্রিত করে আমাদের কথা । এখানে সংগৃহিত কথা গুলোর সত্ব (copyright) সম্পূর্ণভাবে সোর্স সাইটের লেখকের এবং আমাদের কথাতে প্রতিটা কথাতেই সোর্স সাইটের রেফারেন্স লিংক উধৃত আছে ।