morning drizzzles,
thy palms gather droplet,
sun sizzles behind the scarlet,
purple from thy palm, trickles down the earth,
it must come with a promise of birth.

here i'm waiting,
here's my palm.
oh it's raining ,
but the drops never come.
let me cry, admist the rain,
"why am i dry?"

khudra ami tuccho noe ohe brihotprana,

antaheen e hariye jete neiko kono mana.

neel chadorer chandni raate tomar mukhe haasi,

ghum na asha pran bole jay tomay bhaobashi.

tomar pane takiye thaki daona dekha tumi,

klanto niron shanto choke obak maruvumi.

raat gache mor diner sathe ghum nei ar chokhe,

bindu bindu santo chokhe jol ashe kon dukhe?

khudro ami tucho noi ohe brihot prana,

asim premer swapnoogulo dayje mone hana...

hariye giye bare bare khuje pete chai,

tomoar buke ekti bar jodi jayga khuje pai.

dana mele hariye jabo tomar ashim buke,

amae tumi ar parbena edik odik deke.

khudro ami tuccho noi ohe brihot prana,

hariye jawar ullash neije tomar jana.

boshe achi tomae lagi sunno pane cheye,

ashibe jaani songe tobe prostuti loye.

chomokiya tumi dakibe more debonai ami shara,

tumi hoibe pagol para,

dekhiya aloke jhoribe paloke tomari ashru dhara,

tumi juraibe mamo pran,

diyach tomare je byatha ta nohe mlan,

tobu jhoribe abiram,

dite tari protidan:

tomari dukkhe amari sukhosnan.

when you are awake,

not waking.

when you are not asleep,

still sleeping.

when you are alone amidst the crowd,

when you smell the silence in the loud.

when you cry with the joy,

and

smile in sheer destroy...

you are the painter,

you are the paint.

you are the sinner,

you are the saint.

the end is easy,

the start is tough

we are crushed in the middle of the rough.

ghumiye achi,

bhor belae kobita eshe daray dorjay-

"kigo kobi aj amae amay aakbena?

aaj tomae patay sajabo na?

amar pran rangabo tomae diye,

amar atmar pabitra astoron hobe tumi..

ami kobi nai ba holam,

tomar kobita to hote parbo..

loke amar shukkho astiter opor hatbe..

bolona parbena likhte amae?"

past, past, past ...

in the morning i started waking against the past

down the memory lane...

reached a moment i had left unknowingly...

still praying my return... IT smiled and said: "i knew you would come"

my futile existence lashed me.

i cant hold to the past,

i cant belong to the present...

i'm nowhere.

aamar prothom tomake brishtite bhijte dekha,

prothom sital usnatar alingon:

sedin parini bhijte...

ami ekhono se sitol bindur ghran pai,

chute jai brishti te.. tomay pabo,

usnata periye ek usnatay...

tomar astitwa khuje pai bindu bindu jole..

amar buk beye tumi mojjay..

dhue nie jao amay.

amar astitor dhulikona mishe jak tomar brishti te...

milito hoar bedona dhuye jak tomar brishtir jole,

ektu ektu kore...

Tomar shopno dekhlam,

oi to shei chatim gacher talay-

haste haste amaar haat dhorle...

rokto srote tomar premanol...

tumi ki jante? naki na jene chuyyecho amay?

ghum r nei, ube geche...

keno? keno?

keno amay jagale?

bichanay aachre pore amar bonnoyota,

sahojato jantrona adim hote thake..

ki korle amay?

dao ghum, dao se sporso ektibar...

hokna sopno,

tomay to paboghumer arale, nirjone..

r ekti bar...

Window the secret window i stood near

the trecherous window ..

yet so dear.

it opens the morn

and in giggles the dawn,

brings the moon when i'm alone.

beloved window my life forever,

beyond its vow it goes never.

together we gaze,

together we smile,

i'm lost in the maze for a while.

i wont be here i'll be away,

my window dear will wait my my way.

o my dear! i'll return soon,

to see you smile like the moon.

hingsro usnotar rajpoth periye,

mon uki mare smiritir goli pothe.

ek ek kore se khuje beray sei chena muk gulo,

chena mathe, chayer chumuke, addar classe

ba sei fele asa chena bristite.

ekhono sei trisnarto muk gulote ekta...

ekta "mon kamon kora" smiriti hatachani day-

na hoy ektu evabe vijlam sei chena bristite.

mor mana kothati kahile jhatike fulor adhorare,

sada fulata hoila rongin khusira joare.

fula bati dele apania subasa pabonoro kane kane,

sei samirona anila basanta prakitira gane gane.

Last night i found my passion come out me boiling...

i could only feel its eyes,

it needed my warmth...

but how?

it is as formless as a dream..

i cant embrace it ,

i feel dying..

my heart needed it ..

in the wee hours...

i got my passion lying on me...

i lost my every inch in it...

now i'm hardly I !

Last night i broke up with summer who tried to plunder the intoxicated taste of spring and elope with him.

i could not conceive her..

i wept, only wept..

then, i slept only to wake up in the morning to to find the summer sitting on my bed with a gust of chill around saying,

"You lost me and i discovered myself in you."

a desire to suck every inch of dawn haunts me...

i cant sleep,

my nerves strain to feel the taste..

the thirst swells..

every inch of mine pains me...

all the strength of the world cant tame my wildness...

o ethereal spirit,

come with thy breath,

blow me into pieces with thy love...

Rangin provat asia,

kohila amare hasiya,

gane gane tar bani;

khushite jai je bhashiya,

tahare bhalobashia,

kono bodha na mani!

tumi asile kaharo songe,

eto rup tobo onge hoilo janajani.

tumi rongin hoile laje,

eto joneri majhe jakhon poralam malakhani..

magnetism of tireness,

call of love..

proximity..

d familiar soft touch..

warm feeling..

sensational satisfaction..

beastly scratches..

night long false promises..

betrayal in the mornng..

pangs of separation...

that is what a bed gains...

STILL IT LOVES ...

tomake brishti te bhijte dekhlam,

amari thanda lagichilo...

roj raate ghumer ghore tomake pai,

sei brishti te vijcho..

ami ushnotar khoje joriye dhori tomake tomar ushnota amar buke,

kothay jano hariye jai..

ghum bhangle dekhi tumi pash balish!!

Concreter sohorer dare dare ghure ashroy payna

klanto boshonto.

she aaj refugee.

ghor badhe gramer taru bithi majhe

se anena ei concrete pran!

sudhu pae bole sthan.

sobai baesto aaj...

cholona shobai boli..

"E hridoy hok tobo sthan,'

boshonto tumi asho monusher mone ei concrete e jagate pran"

kotona kotha koilo kakoli kanoner kane kane,'

bajaile bina boshonto asi prakritir gane gane.

taba sumadhur sudhabani anilo jote pran,

ucholito hok bishshomanob dhorite premer tan.

dekho chao aaji noyon meliya ki shova chari pashe,

tomar hote prem,

tomate ashiya

tomay valo bashey..

dekhite chaina anno kichu tomake dekhar pore,

pete chaina onya kauke amar ekla ghor e.

tumi anibe chetona, bhangaibe ghum,

amare bhalobashi,

jagibe jogot armora diya dekhiya tomar hashi.

tumi dar hote dare,

eto ghure fire provat korecho feri,

tai ki go aaj amar kachete asite eto deri?

bhorer alo jor kore ghorer bhetor dhuke poreche,

baire barir lokjon der gungun..

tokhono ghumer nesha choke,

ardhachetanmon duhat bariye khuje beray cell phone...

kothay?

chokh kholenatobuo...

hotat... ei to peychi!!!

ghum ghum chokhe bheshe othe "5 new messages"

buke baje "ki ache"r dhoni...

or nischoy ekta ache..

eito she..!!!

ghum chole jaor age bole -"sottyi e beta pagol"

thote ekta chilte hashi.

nana kaje byasto thake mon,

sarrakhon,

hotath kore tar kotha mone pore jae..

take khoja hoe inbox er ontorale ,

shei prvater nishiddho sobdo gulo hasche, ekhono...

ektu ektu kore raat gorae, tar barta ashar oppekha kore ..

she ashbe to?

bhalo lage ele.

na ele?

ashbena!

shokaler ghum vanga bhore ,

janina ke oi dake dur..

chiniyachi tar ghran,

se je dehe jagaito pran,

niswhas she ashi,

amae bhalobashi,

nijeke korito dan.

chokku meliya tare pete chai,

kothao je tar dekha nai.

noyon theke noyon er pare...

chute jae mon bare bare,

aami tomae pete chai,

aaji tomar dware.

Pranarpon: When a sparkling touch ignites the fuel of love bringing two hemispheres together into the juice of eternity, resulting in a stream of satisfaction.

dekhechi onekbar,

oi chena mukher hashi..

aaj o dekhechi..

kothay dekhechi?

mone porena..

hoto ba patay patay. .!

tumi amar shamne tao chinte parina,

tumi tumi kache asho kintu dhorte je parina..!

chaona dhora dite?

tumi ke?

kobir kobita?

chobir pran?

jani na kichu..

shudhu jani ami ar amar noi,...

hoyto ba kobi,

hoyto ba tulir aachor,

vashaheen,

pranheen...

kal chile aajo acho, chirodin thakbe.

shukno ei pran gulo vijiye rakhbe.

tumi pran tumi nesha,

e buker trishna,

rod pora snayuder mayabi jyostna.

rondhre rondhre aaj tomari sporsho,

dekhechi tomar choke amari horsho.

mishe gacho prane,

mor mishe gecho attmay,

amar astitye ami bole kichu nai.

khudro ushnotar ghush khete leper dasatya,

sital prane gorom chayer chumbon

are janalar phak diye asha mishti rod dicche dak..

chalo sheeth ke bole ashi amra tomay bhalobashi.

Amar sara raater klanto saafarer por jakhon tumi ese dorjay darao,

amar shob klaanti dur hoe jae.

takhono amar chok bondo,

tomar santo choncholota amar snayu beye uthte thake..

mon ta chute jae dorjay,

dorja khule dekhi..

tumi o to tai..

fele esecho sarir take,

mon nie eshecho shudu mon pete..