a good conversation

i told her i like the smell of old forgotten books
she told me it rained last night
...and it was a good conversation
................
we may not have understood each other that day
but at least we made sense to ourselves
yes, it was a good conversation
perhaps the only good one 
in the past some years
or in the past some lives

that boy

He carries time in the lines of his face

And an agelessness

His eyes, they never twinkle but are a constant silent scream

They speak all time of what they have seen

And the fear, of things yet to be seen

His smile, always grateful to be there

And rare.

And he waits the girl who can make it all right again

Just that he knows,

He has let her go too many times

And the last time was really the last time.

Yet he waits

Because he has nothing else to do

(he is very busy

But then, that’s just a hoax too)

SOMETIME

sometime
when i pass by you
i remember a rose that you never gave me

sometime
when i walk by the midnight moon
i remember a winter that has never passed by

it rained the whole night

It rained the whole night

I thought of him the whole night.

I told the rain I donot love him

And it rained the whole night

The rain was just like him

Not ready to take no for an answer

A constant pitter patter against my heart

It rained the whole night

It kept nudging me throughout

Pushing me towards him

In his arms, where he was standing

Under the rainbow, with a smile.

Yes, it rained the whole night

I thought of him the whole night

ekhon proshnobudhok hridoy

ekhon proshnobudhok hridoy
aru egosa ujagor rati
ekhon sinaki akaakh
aru eta osinaki mon




aji akaah'ot kiyo iman tora
aji akaah'ot kiyo iman nistobdhota
aji mon'ot kiyo iman xunyota
aji monot kiyo iman kulahol


aru eiburor faake faake eta xaanghatik bhoi
janusa kunubai uttor bur muk bujai diye !

JHINTI, AGAIN

Here comes the rain again

My heart rustles like a paper, again

Turns to a boat, sails by

In search of you, again

……………………………

And I know

Somewhere you too have risen

To the smell of mouldy earth!

………………………………

Here comes the rain again.