Last night there were several butterflies,
I don’t know why, they did not fly high.
Their little wings with big colors can easily take anyone high.
Higher then dreams.
High enough to have a new perspective….where all you see are the wonderful colors nothing else.
Soon the phone rings. Now I know why they lined up near the phone.
Just could not drift away from the sweet voice and the mesmerizing giggles.
Once again thanks, thanks and thanks for filling my memories with the overwhelming sweetness.

Sharoder ek bikele oe thanda batash jodiye dhore.
Shukno jhora patar gondhe bhora.
Kirom jeno icche jagae pran bhore ae mishti nishash newar.
Nana ronger gaachtola jeno ek shilpir aanka chobi.
Shobuj ghashe kotoh ronger molat dewa.
Modhur ganer motoh batash kane-kane sur ghole.
Nishtobh aakash kemon jeno kalo dhaka niye takiye dekhe.

Chole jaye ek hippie meye kisher ashaye , kisher khoje.
Chadiye shob bandhon,kirom pa-pa hente dhukejaye oe chobite rong bene.
Kotho kolpona ke sporsho kore,
Kotoh gane se sur bhore.
Kotoh shopner choke ghum bhore.

Panjorer khanchaye bondo hridoye, parena jete bandhon chadiye.
Amaye tane se geye kotoh modhur gaan.
Mishti besh hanshi bhora tar pran.

Hente chole se ek hippie meye.
Na cheye pichudhori jeno ghumer ghore.

Thakte dao , daak diyona.
Bhangiona shopno bhora ae ghum.

There is a night out there
Waiting for me………
There is a night I am waiting for.
I’ll go to bed and sleep and sleep.
When you unveil the shroud,
Will see my eyes closed but the soul.
U have me in your arms, but my arms
My arms are stretched across those blue skies
Around those green meadows.
Those magnificent waterfalls.
I am there somewhere around those thoughts.
I’ll be there standing behind you.
If you not see me, close thy eyes.
I’ll be there in your smiles and tears
There is a night out there when I’ll rest
There is a night when I’ll say goodbye.

Waiting for another day to be ….
……as beautiful as yesterday.
Perhaps today is little more beautiful.
There are more colors……
……….these are more deeper then the rest.

Waiting for a brighter day…..
……that’s a hotter day then today.
Perhaps it will dry tears from all the eyes.
…….there is a day I am waiting for and
Will come one day as any other day.

Boye cholli khola akasher megher motoh.
Unmukto benshe choli neel gogone
Chodiye du khana haat , chesta kori chuye nite shobuj bhudhor.
Chute choli unmotto hoye bhudhorer peethe shae chonchol nirmol nodir moth.

Bondhonheen pakhir motoh ae daal- oe daal kore badai
Ae-pada oe-pada khuje bedai , ek shongini
Shathe nei je shongini, abar aashe abar haraye.

Dekhi ni ekhono monn bhore , koasha gire phele je keno oke.
Aaj na thakte pare koasha jodiye niyeche oe shongini ke.

Amar shongini , aache amar shate.
Dekhi ok maje shaje. Kokhono besh modhur .
Kokhono aabcha hoye jaye.
Oi shonginii aamar, koasha kadate parbena takhe.
O thake amar ontore , she je shopno shudu aamar.

Bohu din pore aaj abar periyegelam sae sobuj dhaner khet hoye,
Oe bandher pade hoye, sae unchu taler tolaye hoye.
Sae anka-banka kancha madher poth hoye.
Aajke aabar perolam amar sopner ga ghenshiye.
Koasha bhora pothe , kancha dhaner khete joler kolbol-kolbol.
Mone hoye jeno shonge chute choleche amar shopno.
Dur cholejaye ek gadi dhakpak-dhakpak beg uthaye amar mone.
Agiyecholi sae bandher pade koasha bheja payer chap dhore.
Hotat mone holo sae shwet poddo jeno koasha chadiye fute uthlo.
Shurjer aalo jeno chole elo aakrishto hoye.

Kalo jole bhashe gado shobuj poddopata modhe boshe swet poddo jeno muktor mala pore.
Batash dilo keta-kutu , khil-khil kre uthlo henshe.
Pade boshe shudu duchokh cheye thaki oe shundor shada podder dike.
Na pari chede uthte, na pari chute aar nahi pai shahosh sae kalo jole namte.
Drishti bhore dekhi shudu sopno, rakhi jodiye nijhridoye sae sopno je shudu aamar.

Abar holo shokal , chander pore abar elo pahara dite shurjo.
ondhokarer pore abar elo she-e aalo niye abar shurjo.
shokaler pore holo abar bikel.
ghodir kanta ke cheye boshe thaki kemon jeno
she-e kanta duti gore na aar , theme geche jeno
abar aachi boshe ektu olpo asha niye.
asha niye je abar hobe ektu kotha.
moner kotha, ontorer kotha.
kotoh kotha hobe , bhabi je koto kotha.
abar dekhi notun ekti sopno.
sopno je shudhu amar.

This is the corner I dedicated 4 U only.
There is always someone I think of.
There is always someone I talk to , sometimes in my dreams.
The dreams those are only mine , no one can share.
Just the one who is in the dream does.
Just the dream , the beautiful dream I dream for.

शायद यह एक वृतान्त है ।
आज सुबह से ही मैं सूट ओर बूट मैं था ,
गले पर बन्धी थी टाई ,
कलम मे थी भरपूर श्याही।
अब मै घन्टों तक लिख सकता था ।
भीड़ मे मै अकेला दिख सकता था ।
लम्बी नाक पर काला चश्मा टिका था,
चश्मे कि छाया के बाद भी ,मुझे घोटाला साफ़ दिखा था ।
आपने मानस पटल पर मुझे आज फ़िर वह प्रश्नचिन्ह दिखा था ।
शायद क्रूर समय ने उसे सुईयों से खोदकर लिखा था ।
भीड़ से आती आवाज़ ने मुझे झंझोड़ दिया ।
मेरे सूखे आंसुओं को निचोड़ दिया ।
अब मै दूसरों पर उंगली उठाने से पूर्व अपने अंगूठे को देख रहा था ।
अपने गुनाह कबूल कर मै अपनी आत्मा के समक्ष घुटने टेक रहा था ।
किताब मे नज़रें गाड़े मै अपने कमज़ोर आंसुओं को रोक रहा था ।
शयद मै अपने निशचय को सोख रहा था ।
मै अपने बढ़ते कदमों को रोक रहा था ।
एक आग मै स्वयं को झोंक रह था ।
उस प्रकाश के पीछे आने वाला अन्धकार मुझे दिख रहा था।
मै प्रश्न्चिन्हों से अपन चरित्र लिख रहा था।
शयद मै बन्द आंखों से स्वयं को देख रहा था ।
अपने अतीत को फ़ूंककर मै अपनी अगती को सेंक रहा था ।

10th January 1991 3:10 AM