I loved the sweet little child in her
so pretty, innocent and sweet..
The mischief in her darting eyes
the blush upon her soft cheeks..
The tender jingle with which she spoke
that showed me how much she cared..
The touch of her warm soft hand
that gently brushed aside my hair..
There were more than smiles we shared
those moments with unspoken words..
For when only I was with her
I found the old lost child in me..
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Smritir adhare
Smritir adhare ami harate je chai..
Swapner sei bhanga taj mahal..
Bheja mati te pora abchaya chhap..
Urey jak ure jawa holud aachol..
Poth bheja seola te pichle jay paa
Ghaame osthir mon ar bheja gamchha
Fuldani achre aj hobey churmaar
Neme ashe chokher koney ondhokar..
Brist te bhije jawa sei pichle uthun
Nibe jabe moner sei sonar aagun..
Ashey sokal, abar ghure firey ei mon ey..
Jombe mon jani abar karor shoney..
Swapner sei bhanga taj mahal..
Bheja mati te pora abchaya chhap..
Urey jak ure jawa holud aachol..
Poth bheja seola te pichle jay paa
Ghaame osthir mon ar bheja gamchha
Fuldani achre aj hobey churmaar
Neme ashe chokher koney ondhokar..
Brist te bhije jawa sei pichle uthun
Nibe jabe moner sei sonar aagun..
Ashey sokal, abar ghure firey ei mon ey..
Jombe mon jani abar karor shoney..
Friday, April 1, 2011
Women: The world is your stage
Probably some of the better things in life are better off if left unseen
Which is why you love to close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream..
When the sun shines down her mellowed form, the chime of her laughter
Letting free the fleeting dreams and the chains off someone's daughter..
Sometimes hiding in the warmth of the sister who fought with her brother,
Her absence dearly felt after she married and left the house of her father..
The silent whisper of the fragrant wind when her fingers played with his hair..
The twinkle in her eyes, the unspoken love which she would never share..
Maybe sometimes through her magnanimity which often goes unnoticed,
Sometimes appreciated, sometimes unthanked for, our mothers do bleed..
Whence the river of our tormented soul takes women off to so many roads of life
Some with dwindling paths of joy, while others full of thorns, pebbles and strife..
You may think you are invisible,but you are not,while you play on stage your role
For all the virtuous men that we are, you complete us and make us whole..
Which is why you love to close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream..
When the sun shines down her mellowed form, the chime of her laughter
Letting free the fleeting dreams and the chains off someone's daughter..
Sometimes hiding in the warmth of the sister who fought with her brother,
Her absence dearly felt after she married and left the house of her father..
The silent whisper of the fragrant wind when her fingers played with his hair..
The twinkle in her eyes, the unspoken love which she would never share..
Maybe sometimes through her magnanimity which often goes unnoticed,
Sometimes appreciated, sometimes unthanked for, our mothers do bleed..
Whence the river of our tormented soul takes women off to so many roads of life
Some with dwindling paths of joy, while others full of thorns, pebbles and strife..
You may think you are invisible,but you are not,while you play on stage your role
For all the virtuous men that we are, you complete us and make us whole..
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sohaag Bhalobasha
Ronger deshe hobe dekha swapno ferir somoy..
Korbo onek golpo bose canteen er oi konay..
Chokhe chokhe hobe kotha sobdo jabo bhule..
Onek onek kotha kobo, tomay pranti khule..
Fuchka muri cholbe sedin Victoria r pashe..
Badam bhajay jombe moja papri chaat er sathe..
Guitar haat ey jomiye debo madokotar surey..
Hariye tumi ganer majhe jabe onek durey..
Bhabbe tumi ki jey holo hasir aloroney..
Bujhbe na ko kibhabe je dhukbo tomar mon ey..
Muchki hasir ortho jedin bujhbe tumi sudhu..
Pase kara ki je kobe, kan debe na kobhu..
Mon ey tokhon purno hobe tomar sob i asha..
Bhabbe tumi eri ki naam sohaag bhalobasha?
Korbo onek golpo bose canteen er oi konay..
Chokhe chokhe hobe kotha sobdo jabo bhule..
Onek onek kotha kobo, tomay pranti khule..
Fuchka muri cholbe sedin Victoria r pashe..
Badam bhajay jombe moja papri chaat er sathe..
Guitar haat ey jomiye debo madokotar surey..
Hariye tumi ganer majhe jabe onek durey..
Bhabbe tumi ki jey holo hasir aloroney..
Bujhbe na ko kibhabe je dhukbo tomar mon ey..
Muchki hasir ortho jedin bujhbe tumi sudhu..
Pase kara ki je kobe, kan debe na kobhu..
Mon ey tokhon purno hobe tomar sob i asha..
Bhabbe tumi eri ki naam sohaag bhalobasha?
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Kaalo horin chokh
Ghomta mathay thakena aj mote,
Rong-ey rongeen haashi tahar thote..
Moina paray nai ko aaj se meye,
Sudhu moder hride ache se je chheye..
Tai to mora swapney rakhi taare..
Khele sey go mon-ey baare baare..
Robi thakur jalie dilo ghor,
Naiba janle hoito petam oboshor..
Murkho bani sune gechi neche,
Katbe jeebon ashay ashay beche..
kaalo..se jotoi kaalo hok, dekhechilem tar kaalo horin chokh..
Rong-ey rongeen haashi tahar thote..
Moina paray nai ko aaj se meye,
Sudhu moder hride ache se je chheye..
Tai to mora swapney rakhi taare..
Khele sey go mon-ey baare baare..
Robi thakur jalie dilo ghor,
Naiba janle hoito petam oboshor..
Murkho bani sune gechi neche,
Katbe jeebon ashay ashay beche..
kaalo..se jotoi kaalo hok, dekhechilem tar kaalo horin chokh..
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