Sunirmal Basu

 ....A day after long 20 years.

                            - Sunirmal Basu

 I stood at the bus stop at Gariahat for a few minutes, the Kudghat going bus came,

 The sudden breeze on the windows of the bus, that wave-haired, that drawn-out witch's eyes,

 He looked at me like he was saying something,

 At that moment she left the bus,

 Laughing at the closed door of memory, when the cigarette dropped from my hand, standing in front of the past,

 Twenty years, no big time,

 In the meantime, how many memories fall into memory.

 I love you Neela

 I don't love you

 Neela, look at me once, listen to me.

 I love Anirvana, he is a doctor.  Do not raise your hand on the moon by dwarfing.

 Neela, I can make you happy, believe me.

 By doing, write poetry.

 What an insult, what an insult.

 That day my chest was broken, I did not say anything in the face.  I had no identity in the land of poetry, then.

 Later I heard in the face of a friend that after marriage, Anirban had divorced her and went to Paris.  I was wondering, a year of love and mourning nowadays is not even a year.

 Nilanjana's phone came at night.

 You're lying

 Nah.

 How many days have I seen you today  Well, only Zulfiata has turned white.  I didn't quit cigarettes today.

 I do not spare anyone I catch.

 Married, boy and girl,

 I'm fine, I'm alone, I'm as good as myself.

 The rest of your life will go like this, you have many names in your writing.

 Sunil Ganguly told me that if you are rejected in love, then you will stand in writing.

 Cannot start again.

 Neela, one day I loved you, maybe I still live today.  I can walk alone for the rest of my life with good memories of that day.