Art.Suvro.Ghosh: August 2022

P1905 Why show all your teeth?

Darling why are you so upset,

Why show all your teeth?

Surely I can fuck if I try,

If I can talk my dick out of its sheath.

You know how tired I feel,

Work is such a bossy bitch.

And when I come back home,

You're working up a shrill pitch.

Calm down and turn around,

I need to take a shit.

Last time you hated the color,

The smell gave you a fit.

Don't worry our last eggs are good,

Maybe they're taking a little time.

The grubs are warm inside the shells,

Pretty sure they're just fine.

Bake me a cake or something,

I could appreciate a wine.

Be good to your man always,

To get his dick in line.

P1904 I dig my nose

I dig my nose, I think I'm close,

For gold you never say never.

I sit on a poplar branch, with a hunch,

I'm a dude whose awfully clever.

Today was all mixed results,

Just gooey snot of some sort.

The booger did ring my spectrometer,

"Nothing of value" was its retort.

I'm hard at it, this is my life and shit,

My balls are just shriveled skin.

I'm so old, that only through gold,

I'll be able to make a livin'.

And so I dig my nose,

I dig hard and every hour.

The freaking world is failing on me,

And everyone's really sour.

They say "you're too honest",

That serves no good end.

They say they'll cut my balls,

And stab me like a friend.

I can't get a job these days,

They say your pubes are all white.

We want an impressionable mind,

To pack in it our shit tight.

From branch to branch I hop,

No one wants me I see.

It's all up to the gold in my old boogers,

Only they can set me free.

P1903 I stepped on shit

I stepped on shit, I think this is really it,

The country to call my home,

Here I'll shit, in people's mouth I'll piss,

They'll gargle it into a foam.

I'll be the leader of the land, I have planned,

I'll fuck every asshole I meet.

If they don't accept my dick, they'll be sorry sick,

And forced to eat my shit.

The cymbals will drive their earwax out,

Deafness for the fuck nuts.

I'll skin their foreskin with a knife,

And shove it in their butts.

Haven't pissed for days,

A bladder full of frothy piss.

When the smell makes them retch,

I'll push them into the abyss.

I'd murder at will, guts I'll spill,

Drive them to below a living wage.

I'll fuck their kids, auction them for bids,

Put them in a revolving cage.

It'll feel good, feed them my shit for food,

It'll make the fucks dull even more.

The guys will lose their spine, become asinine,

The girls made into harem whores.

P1895 গুন্ডা আমি ভালো না

গুন্ডা আমি ভালো না,

খুন খারাপি করি.

মাইরি বলছি হাসবেন না,

ফাঁসিয়ে দেবো ভুড়ি.

পকেটএ যদি কিছু থাকে,

বের করে ফেলুন তাড়াতাড়ি.

নইলে খাবেন সিগারেটের ছ্যাকা,

ঘামও মাখিয়ে দিতে পারি.

দুর্গন্ধ ভর্তি মুখের চুমু যদি চাই,

পটলচেরা চোখের দিকে তাকান.

নকল মদ খেয়ে এসেছি,

আমার চিত্তে শুধুই গান.

ভালো গান নয় অবশ্য,

সব গালাগালিতে ভরা.

কুকুর বিড়াল গরু,

নিরীহদের পোঁদ মারা.

যা করি আমি নেতাদের জন্য,

খুনের হারিয়ে ফেলেছি খেই.

ভূত ও ভগবান দুটোই নেতার হাতে,

ক্ষমতার সঙ্গে তর্ক নেই.

অন্ধকারই বন্ধু আমার,

আলোতে হয় চর্মরোগ.

স্যান্ডো গেঞ্জি খুললে দেখবেন,

দগদগে ঘা ছোপ ছোপ.

ছুরি মারা নিয়ে করেছি পিএইচডি,

তাই করবেন না সময় নষ্ট.

মানিব্যাগ পেলে হামি দিয়ে ছেড়ে দেবো,

নইলে বেজায় কিন্তু কষ্ট.

P1891 করছি হাগু করছি হিসু

করছি হাগু করছি হিসু,

রাস্তার ধারে বসে.

পেট ফাঁকা না করলে ,

খাব কি করে .

বমিও আমি করতে পারি ,

তার জন্য খেতে হয় ঘাস .

কোনটা আমার জায়গা ,

বেড়া আমার হিসুর সুবাস .

নেতাদের মুখের ওপর ,

করব হাগু ভেবেছি .

আমার মালিক লাজুক ভারী ,

বলছে খালি "ছি ছি".

নেতাগুলো দেশটাকে ,

লুটে নিচ্ছে ল্যাংটো করে .

হিং টিং ছট আর ভগবানের নাম ,

বলে নিজের ব্যাগ ভরে .

অরাজকতায় দেশটা ভরা ,

মধ্যবিত্ত নর্দমায় .

মানুষের হাসপাতলে হাগবোনা আমি ,

ঘাস ছাড়াই বমি পায় .

মিথ্যে কথার মায়াজালে ,

নিজেরাই নিজেদের পোঁদ মারে .

ভাগ্যিস মানুষ হয়ে জন্মাই নি ,

খুব বাঁচা বেঁচে গেছি এইবারে .

P1890 ঘুড়ি ওড়াতে পারলে

ঘুড়ি ওড়াতে পারলে কিছু আর চাই না,

কিন্তু সত্যিই কি শান্তি আছে ভাই?

পোঁদে ফুটবে কাটা বা ছোবল মারবে সাপ,

বা না হয় যদি ছাদ থেকেই পড়ে যাই.

কিন্তু কিবা তাতে হবে করি প্রশ্ন,

বড়জোর মরে যাব.

এমনিতেই কিবা উদ্ধার করছি,

খালি ভাবি কি খাব কি খাব.

সাপটা কামড়ালে ওর বরাত মন্দ,

আমার চর্বিতে ভেঙে যাবে দাঁত.

ডেন্টিস্টের জন্য ছটফট,

শাপ শাপান্ত করবে দিনরাত.

ক্যাকটাসের হবে ভারী লোকসান,

ওর কাটা ফুটোতে হারিয়ে যাবে.

পাছাড় ফাঁকে টর্চ নিয়ে খুঁজতে,

পুলিশের অনেক ধৈর্য্য লাগবে.

আর পড়ে গেলে তো ভূমিকম্প,

ভারী শরীরের তলায় বিস্তর লাশ.

বালি আর জালি দিয়ে বানানো বেআইনি বাড়ি,

ভেঙ্গে হবে সহজেই ধপাস.

P1889 I inspect my shit

I inspect my shit, quite a bit,

It's a good way to break your brain.

Thinking about a microscope now, somehow,

To resolve the details plain.

The percussive fart, a form of art,

Resounding in decibel glee,

I hold the power, the height of the tower,

The proud master of all I see.

No trace of sin, just shreds of skin,

There's a whole lot of yellow in me.

The turds are good, once good food,

Now just overbearing spaghetti.

Unexamined shit is an unexamined life,

You can't get more clueless than that.

At least, if you see what comes out,

There's some satisfaction with getting fat.

Well, people think I'm mad, it's sad,

They ought to respect their shit.

It tells you of the time you've got, or not,

There's information in every bit.

The losses and ravages of time,

Show up in the smears of bloody red.

The sugar in the piss attracts,

Sweet-toothed ants queued to be fed.

The place stinks a lot, steaming stench pot,

The neighbors aren't at all happy.

I think I wear out their thin patience thinner,

When I proffer my stories of poop glory.

The gods never shit they say, nay,

They must then be hideously full of it.

I find it funny, my nose all runny,

Unlit the pious and puny dimwits.

When the gods explode, the only road,

Can lead to a room without a fan.

Their shit when the fan it hits,

Will be worse than this overflowing can.

I don't count my blessings, but my turds,

They speak only truth to me.

Today was a day, blessed I'd say,

The freshness of being shit free.

I ate a lot, this overflow a holy spot,

Many flavors of worms to see.

I touched one, it went back in the turd,

Its convinced I'm a hairy banshee.

P1876 Fluttering flags

Flag = Patriotism, national pride, true something etcetera.

I think the more we confuse words with inventive expectations unrelated to their original interpretation or intent, the less likely India will make headway as a nation.

While a logo, or a certain geometrical arrangement of shapes and colours, represents a country's uniqueness in the roster of other such combinations on the world stage, these patterns are mere understanding, or placeholders, or shortcuts to convey the impression of something that is much more complex, interesting, and bigger in scope where the representation or proxy is needed.

And even inside the border, feeling one with an assortment of parts of a country, culture, and language that are largely just an accommodation of our imagination, we do indeed look for a crutch.

But after the festive theme has elapsed, these items will end up jamming landfills, sewers, and rivers, not to mention strewn across thoroughfares, where most people will either step on them or find them as just another irritating inconvenience.

At this point, a little thinking, which has become an extremely difficult exercise these days, will reveal that the core component of national unity is to realise that we are a small cog in a big machine. If we do our part right, chances are the whole hulk of metal won't come screaming down. Even highfalutin concepts eventually come down to mundane realizations, which unfortunately aren't all that glamorous and require work and personal sacrifice. But here we can't turn to the leaders for precedent, or at least for honourable ones.

And it is only after we depart from the flimflam that we realise that the ministers are really pulling fluffy wool over our eyes. We should recognise that encouraging a few rituals infested with ulterior motives and tribal fanfare is really just a deceptive diversion. And it doesn't alleviate any of the existential anxieties that come with living in a poor and extremely corrupt country that, thanks to the minister and alliance, is plunging headlong into a one-way abyss.

And this is what should worry us when the flag-fluttering euphoria subsides, and we find ourselves none the better.

It's fascinating how many of the tricks that politicians play are as old as the earliest civilizations. Yet, the sad part of our education system is that it doesn't teach us how to be more rational, or where our blind spots are, our cognitive biases. The majority fall, time and again, for the same lies, pretenses, and superficial amity, where there's nothing but a hollow shell of deception.

We flutter flags but don't think, don't ask the hard questions. This nation could be one of the best countries in the world, but it's not. We are still a poor, underdeveloped, and extremely corrupt country, no matter how high we flutter the flags or its size. The realisations are strange and the contradictions are sad.