again

crawling back
stepping into myself
i meet myself again

and in this mind of mine i call my home
i like my awkward presence 

there are so many things to stumble upon - 
a hibiscus dried up between the pages of lost poems,
a warm memory, a childhood toy,
tears of sadness, tears of joy!

i stay awake,
paint my dark nights purple and blue- 
hyacinth purple, sky like blue.
in the morning, i reach my roof 
and with the pigeons, i coo

i fly away
to crawl back again

kiyo ejaak borokhun

kiyo ejaak borokhun
aahu aahu kori
hothate ubhoti jai, naahe

uroniya megh bur'or
auwol bawol dhemali't
akaakh khon ufondi uthe
tothapiu
borokhun jaak
aahu aahu kori
hothate ubhoti jai, naahe

tumi maje maje
rumal't botah baandhi
mur xondhiya'r poduli't roi thaka

okonmaan botah'r akha't
moi khorang sutal dour maari paar hou
mur ukhaah bur paas pore,  moi aag barhu poduli mukh'ole

tumi rumal'or gaathi nukhula
binimoy't tumak je borokhun lage!
gathi'r bhitorote botah khini paak maari thake !

ejaak borokhun'r
e'hazar protishruti
xukan paat'r dore khorang sutal't xori xori pore
borokhun jaak
aahim aahim buliu
ubhoti jai, naahe

light

sometime,
in the middle of the night
when the moon goes a bit dim
and the stars are about to sleep
i see the light
in your eyes

and then sometime, 
just as the darkness is about to kill me again
i see the same light
flowing by the water of the river.

the river passes by your house

i know
that night
you have cried

i touch the light
always first gingerly, 
then as if they belong to me.
and then,
i scoop them up, 
one scoop after another
till my soul can take it no longer


night after night
i die, in the depth of my darkness
night after night
i die, in the hollow of your light
night after night
i drown in the the river, flowing by your side