Monday, September 19, 2016

Shob Sheshe Amar Naalish

for my Bordi, Boro Mashi, Aunt she lived among us spreading her kindness & left us her great spirit. 

Tumi amake ekta nam diyechile
'Bangal Ghosh' bole tengliyechile
Ma ke jalatam bole khub bokte
Keliye portam jokhon, Ma-r pashe darate

Tumi korkore dhakai shari porte,
Chotto Chotto chule foote udhte
Barite eshe japte dhore, gere angulta kamrate
Ami bhabtam eta abar kemon bhalobasha dekhate

Didike daak naam diyechile, guji guji bole dakte
Amar bhison raag hoto, amake keno baad dile
Pujor shamaye amake aar Ma-ke rekhe
Didi ke niye pujo dekhte chole jete

Bari eleyi boshe boshe, Ma-er shaathe
Ghontaar por ghonta adda marte
Ma amader nalish korto,
Tumi tokhon amader opor raag korte.

Tomar bhalobasha ta je etoyee shotti
Tokhon ekdom bujhte parini Bordi
Kebab khaye khayee o to
Amake mota korte paroni

Dadda aar Mankur kaache jawar etoyee jokhon ecche chilo, 
Amader ke khule bolleyee hoto ?
Eto eto ador aar bhalobasha ta diye
Amader chere diye chole gele nijer moto ?

Shorge giye ekhon tumi oderke bhalobashbe ?
Golpo bolbe ebong mon khule hashbe ?
Amader kache aar thakbena, kotha o to bolbe na
Amader koshto diye tumi ekhon anonde thakbe.

Ei jonno amar naalish tomar kache shob sheshe

Monday, August 15, 2016

Wings of change

A bright little flower, lost its glow
Under the sunshine, in a fertile land
Two little butterflies, fluttered low
With patterns of their own, took a stand

Wondered in amaze, how flower drooped
Sprinkled their magic, with their wings
A dust of rainbow, slowly looped
Around the shrivelled posy in enchanted rings

Looking away from the earth, she bloomed
The Crimson Petals unfurled to face
With a freshness that overpowered the wound
Into another new garden in a heavenly place.

Spiteful Spirit

Hand me a glass of the spiteful spirit
That takes away my soul from you,
Let me drown my self into it
While I watch you turn blue

That spirit in me is washed away
With every sip I take I pray
Haven't you seen me around lately
I've been pushing you away

If you look a little closer you will  find me in a daze
A daze that's numbed my feeling, so lifeless I lay

Hand me a glass of the spiteful spirit
It's the only way to hide my self
From the many worrying passing days
From all that you have to say

If you heard a little clearer you would hear me cry in vain
You would also see my love and soul drip away into a drain

Saturday, May 14, 2016

In Time Moments and Meaning

If I was Time, while I ticked away I would pleasantly say
'I am the Fairest of them all '
If I was Time, while I ticked away I would hurriedly say, 'Don't let me go'
cause every bit of me counts
I am Time
Some say precious
Some say really?
In time you will see
The future and the past was just to be
If I was Moments while I gathered in your heart
I would lovingly say 'Don't hold me tight'
If I was Moments while I swept through your mind I would gently say
'I'm not here to stay'
I am a Moment
Some say I'm breathtaking
Someday you are aching
In that moment you will seek
A moment that you can pass
or one you can keep
If I was Meaning, while I strayed around
I would matter of factly say 'Hold me near'
If I was Meaning I would humbly plea
'Without me in your life
you are barely here'
I am Meaning
Some say I am here
Some say I am where?
In Meaning you will find
A wonder in your mind.