ujagori jaatri

mon’or bhaajot

duta  xopun

et kali raati niyor’ot tita

eta kali raati sokupaani’t xemeka

-

xopun, sokupani, niyor

aaru moi

xokolu aami  ujagori raat’ir jaatri

-         - -  beli’r bhumuki’t tuponi jau

raati’r puhor’ot deuka kubaau

translation - bokul

where you left me that day

in that spot a cherry blossom blooms now

now I gather everyday the blossoms of your love

now there is a warm, enslaving pain everyday in my heart

bokul

tumi muk eri thoi juwa khini’t
etiya edaal bokul’r gos
aru tumar premor’r bokul butoli butoli
etiya bukur baufale eta umaal, ragiyaal bikh 

memories

sometime,
as i walk on the fallen leaves of dry winter
the whole backyard crackles with old conversations, old memories
of laughters, tears, tussles, this and that and many

…

as i return back

i pick up some of them from the air
and carry them with me as forgotten whispers

(whispers, hoarse with rheumatism of time)

---

at such time,

as if by magic,

i always find love limping beside me

---

someone once had said

whenever we think of love

there always starts a magic in the air

aadatein

yu toh aadatein bohot si hai

jaise tera yaad aana

jaise tera paas na hona

jaise raat bhar neend na aana

jaise tera ehsaaso ka aana jaana

yu to aadatein bohot si hai

bas teri kami ki aadat na ho saki !

tumble

as we dip our feet
in this deep ocean 
of all thing bad and worse
we keep our eyes upward
towards the sky of hope.
--
and so on the path below
we tumble and fall
and drown
in this deep ocean 
of all things bad and worse

like the rain

like the rain, you
do not keep your promise
i see the cloud and set
out with the umbrella
only to open it
against the sun
i hear you coming,
i open the door
i find a letter at the
step, saying you will not come 
again
i close the umbrella
i close the door
...
like the rain, next time
come unanounced