Kholaa Ondhokaar [Bengali]

moner niche alo-r paa[n]k
blade-r haate chamra jaak
koshto bodo klanto tai
noshto hotei byasto thaak

hater niche mejhe-r chhok
shesh holo aaj diner shokh
raater akaash mathaar chhaad
aar paabona dhoner jokh

chhutbo ebaar haat bariye
saamne kholaa ondhokaar
alo-r bishri oshwikaar
daakchhe kholaa ondhokaar

daak-er sheshe daaker ghum
baank-er sheshe pother khun
aaschhi na aar tomaar kaachhe
bodo mishti tomaar ghaamer nun

chokh bhijiye gaaler phonta
podbe jaani chithir paataay
bhaanjgulote jombe jeno
sei nun-er i mishti jaa taa

chhutbo aami haat udiye
chhutbo aami paa judiye
aar kono nei ruddho daar
saamne kholaa ondhokaar

hoyto abaar aasbo phirey
bhashbo ghaamer nodir teerey
mishti bodo shukher shaad
brishti judey amaar chhaad

chhutbo ebaar nei ko deri
lutbo kaalo koshtoder-i
ichchhete nei judhdho aar
aaschhi, kholaa ondhokaar

A figment of faithful felinity

In memory of:

Gaurav Das

रवागादास

and the bird has grown up by feathers

and the weather's showing spring
and the weather's growing sins
in his wing he has 20 plans
and one that's got something to do with her

but who knows what they are !
its so bizarre !



the fact that i'm still
"in" his map is not a reason for my gratefulness
I'm so amazed
at what he's done to time !

and now he's different yet
a bit same
no one to blame
but you never know what is to become




here's to a star
he knows my guitaring sucks but here's
a string in his honour
a bit of the corner of my mind
shall go rewind
and play the tunes we hummed along

the distant words are getting lost
with every frost and every cringe
oh how I wish to ungrow and sow the seeds
of listless needs




Sir Rav you are my friend
and shall always stay on top
even if a mop comes up
and clears my head...
our heart has bled enough
for us to be strong
and so i shall sing along

"if its not then may be."
But trust me
it'll always be far more than
much ado about nothing




kalapatata
लतापताता
All haunting things come to the end, as did our shapeless dreams.But our sunsign-brother Mr. Einstein had once stated indirectly,that there is nothing called an end. May our souls rest in dreams, so we come right back, to where we left it somehow, somewhere.
Brother,... we shall meet again.