Tumi to ‘Bookmark’ kora bondhu,
Tai oboshore aachi aacho,
Amaro ek chetiya adda,
Tai oboshore kotha rakho.
Tomar didhar nei otit,
Amaro dondhe poa baro,
Ami bondhutto ta shamlai,
Kichu kothar dapot garo.
Tumi porcho tai bolchi,
Amar kheyal poth dhore,
Mach-ranga rong saat noukor,
Kholosh gelo jhore.
Tumio bojho,
Amio bujhi,
Aamader kaar saaji,
Chokh khule dekhi shokal tobuo,
Chokh bujhe ami raji.
Tumio khonjo,
Amio khunji,
Hariye jaoa chaabi,
Tai shikol diye aatke rakha,
Biponnotar dabi.
Tumio jano,
Amio jani,
Kothay koto sukh,
Tobuo jibon,
Aanke sarakhon,
Ek tukro olik sukh.
With each steps, i am meeting moments, meeting fleeting-moments.
Everyday i am walking in,walking down,either in know places unknowingly,unknown places knowingly or
vice-versa.But walking.Covering distance to uncover the distant.Meeting ‘NEW’ being old.
I am walking my heart at every step.The travel writer intends to ink his imagination.
May his travelogue find a space through his journey.
Waking journey.
I travelled a long way,
And would be travelling same,
I touched few souls,
Got burnt in flames.
I watched,
How mud got clayed,
How bangles got red,
How life still twinkles,
In a lampshade.
Here,
LIFE still burns,
All day all night,
Greeting in my HEART,
Turning candles to ‘sunlight’
image courtesy:-http://www.frankboyle.com.au
May i write u something,
To tell u what i meant,
With august in my mind,
And a mythically lyrical bend.
Where the drops of dew are fresh,
And wings of love in zest,
Which conceals a poetic pain,
In dawn it moistens again.
It’s this secret day’s play,
Where the Potter basks his clay,
And fades the earthly slay,
With its eternal sprouting way.
Bhule bhule gechi aaj,
Kemono bodhuro saaj,
Rongino roshero kaaj,
Madhuri bohiche aaj.
Ki prokoto uttap,
Rosonay aankhi paat,
Donshiche modhuraat,
Ki koruno songtaap.
Tai,
Apona bihari aaj,
Bhuliya bodhuro saaj,
Apona madhuri aponi mishaye,
Rosaswadinu aaj.
Kuch rang hain gehre,
Jo dhoye to ja saakte hain,
Magar mitaye nahin,
Paar dhagon se rishto mein,
Piroy zaroor ja saakte hain.
Yeh rang jitne gehre hain,
Utne sachhe hain,
Apne hi wajud ki tarah.
[ Image courtesy = http://www.flickr.com/photos/blackbird_hollow/513095989/ ]
Hoyto aamaro nilche alor shokh,
Mishe thako keno kamonay opolok,
Sochhar tara rondhey rondhey besh,
“NIRBHOY” ami bhito shohoshro sesh,
‘Kamatur ek’ aghat poyate giye,
Tomake porano amari aagun diye,
Bhalobasha hin ‘sporsho gulor’ laaj,
Kibhabe dhakbo aakhep kori aaj.
kaal
Ami jodi Kaal,
Likhi goto kaal,
Tor chadore mekhe shith,
Khunshuti tai kabbo hobe,
Amra ‘biporit’.
Tui jodi aaj,
Fele shob kaaj,
Chokh chol chol khub,
‘Nijer’ bolte ei tukui to,
Chena ‘dukh’ chena ‘sukh’.
Ekpoleke ektu dekhar,
Resh tobu nei sesh,
Jibon kemon aagle nilo,
‘Tui to karir’ desh.
Jodi dekhi kal tokei ebar,
Mukho mukhi eksesh,
jani ure jaabo shongopone,
Tepantorer desh.
Jodi dekhi kal tokei ebar,
Nebo kak bhore aashroy,
Kolpona gulo jomiye rakhle,
Hoye jaabe sashroy.
Jodi dekhi kal tokei ebar,
Ki bolbo aar bol,
Kokhho pothe ghurte giyei,
Amar prithibi gol.
Many times a day,
And many times a day,
I still think of you,
Being all far away.
Being all far away,
Being all far away,
I’ve nothing more to say,
But missing you a lot,
Missing hell lot my way.
The way u used to say,
Still still as those days,
With these warm sunshine on my guitar,
I will sing those all my way.
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