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 ...