The Bypass Calling

The lonely drive… along the stretch…
The gust of wind on my face
Has often evoked a smile or a tear sometimes…
The green elements standing untouched..
the city looming aside…
The neon lights enlightening the pathway..
the numerous hoardings increasingly lining up day by day…
The all too familiar smell..
the memories of another day…
the unknown face…with the known smile…
the hands that were sometimes felt..
the silence between
more disturbing than the bizarre traffic…
the churning heart..
the yearns of a loved heart…


“Dada bypass dhore berobo”
…anyplace I go.. I always prefer the bypass route…Logically speaking it is the fastest and most hassle free route. So Whenever I ask myself..” Shall I take the bypass” Its always accompanied by a “Yes”… Logic says so.. but its not logic that I follow.. have never followed it.. its my heart that rules again.

Dear Bypass..
You steer me away from the main city
towards the strait of memories..
of some golden momets spent..

You have seen me in every form..
happen to know every hidden secret of mine…
You have shared my smiles…
and my tears too unyieldingly.

You are the same everyday..
but the intangibles attached are different
I take your route everyday…
I relate to myself through you…
You are the only one with whom I feel.. and feel everything…
the ‘had beens’… the ‘is’.. the ‘will bes’.

Its you who comes to me .. when I think of this city

The silence never broken…. Not a word said… No tears shed.. then why did I feel you near me.. soothing me.. touching me…

You have seen me breaking… and gradually making too..
You have heard my silent curses and the whispers of endearments too..
You have seen it all and you know it all…
yet I have never added you to my friend list…
I have never thanked you enough for being constant in this world of inconsistency..

From faraway the old song sings…
“Ei shohor jaane amar prothom shob kichu…”

So I give in to the urge.. and pass by the dwindling city …
”Dada Bypass dhore berobo”