Saturday, February 19, 2011

উষ্ণ জলের ধোঁয়া... (by Debolina Sen)















উষ্ণ জলের ধোঁয়া...
ফিস ফিস করে কিছু বলে রেখে গেল,
রেখে গেল কিছু স্মৃতি।
আয়না ঝাপসা,
শরীরের ছায়াকে আর যাচ্ছেনা চেনা,
আমি আজ আবছায়া অশরীরী।
ছেলেবেলার শুকনো পাতা ওড়া,
লুকিয়ে আঁচার খাওয়া,
জীবন আজ হারিয়ে গেছে।
আজ ভাঁড়ারে,
জিভে জল আনা
জম্পেশ কুল, জলপাই মাখা ...
কিছুই নেই।
জিভে জল আসেনা আর,
শুধু চোখে আসে ।।

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Why (by Shinjana Das)


















Just wanna love you,
And make you smile,
But, Oh ! No ,
I've wished so high !

You showed me the path ,
And taught me how to love,
But, I've lost my mentor,
Because of your lie !!

Each day I can feel,
That it burns really,
Oh ! I can cure it,
But you stop me daily.

Oh ! It haunts me truly,
And I can forget them never,
But how come you're doing well,
Have you suffered from amnesia ever ?

How can your eyes
Reflect any other face ?
My eyes remember you all the time,
Do you've only pain for me to bless?

Oh ! you've proved it right,
That I've chosen a wrong one,
But, how can I walk back?
The love is already done...

And I wish,one more time
That you come close to me,
But, no, its not you,
Let the dagger to kiss me !!

Princess (by Gaurab Mukherjee)

















In the deep of my heart you always live,
In my dark night sky, you never sleep.
You are in my joy
You are in my pain
You are my Princess
Always you are mine.

I can only see this world through your dreamy eyes.
I can only move forward when your smile guides.
You are in my tear
You are in my smile
You are my princess
Always you are mine.

I always feel you when sun shines
I always feel u when rain cries.
You are at my dawn
You are at my dusk
You are my princess
Always you are mine.

I can not touch you like a dew drop
I can not reach you like a mountain top.
Are you a morning dream?
Are you a delusion?
Still you are my princess
You are only mine.

Fear me not (by Rocky Beret)


















Fear me not, for I am a bad dream,
Still on your bed, no need to scream.
Rise up where you lay and be relieved,
Nightmares after all, are not to be believed!
Make it easy by forgetting me,
Or listen to a lie to get over me.
Enjoy the sun and bless its light,
Do not worry, it's still not night.
But when the sky has lost its sun,
Darkness creeps and light's undone.
When you are just all alone,
And yet you wish that you were alone,
Pray that I am not with you,
Pray that I have not come for you...

Girl please forgive me (by Arka Datta)





















I was young, was scared.
I was wrong, should have cared.
Mistakes was all I made then,
The most you needed me when.

Time was fast and it was changing
I locked my heart, I was pretending.
Can’t forget the wrong that I've done
I can’t change moments, they are gone.

Forget everything that hurts inside
Baby you have to fight, do what’s right
Girl please forgive me and forget me
You must accept the wrong that had to be.

Regret is what I only can do today
I can’t fix the mess I made yesterday
We walk different paths of this life,
Lady, now you are a mother and a wife.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

জীবন (by Debolina Sen)



















নিঃস্ব, অসহায়
রক্তাক্ত রিক্ততা
পরে থাকে শুধু অবশেষ;
তোমাদের করুণার হিংস্রতায়
ক্ষতবিক্ষত
আমার আত্মার শরীর;
পঙ্কিল শুভ্রতায়
আচ্ছাদিত আমি।
মনের মুঠোয় আজ শুধু ঘৃণা;
নিঃশব্দ যন্ত্রণায়
রক্তপাতের শত আর্তচিৎকারে
চারপাশ আজ বিদীর্ণ।
শূণ্য জীবনের আজ বড় ক্লান্ত,
অসহায়, দুর্বল আমি;
দুঃস্বপ্নের উল্লসিত শীৎকারে
জীবন আজ মৃতপ্রায়।
স্বপ্ন হারিয়ে
মৃত উল্লাসে আজ,
জীবন বড়ই যান্ত্রিক।

Metamorphosis (by Shinjana Das)






















He is sitting beside the meadow,
With a vacant mind,Though thousand of questions are running through his mind...,
Do they really exist or are just passing by ?

The playfulness is missing , as well as the life,
The man , within his soul , is hoping and also dying.

He tries to arrange some points,
Justifying himself or her ?

Allowing the time to pass by ,
And the darkness to devour him totally ,
He is drowning , and missing her hand truly.

The man inside is burning out now...

And after a decade , he must be thanking her for helping him out to be the Phoenix for his angel.. !!!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Idiorythmic Revelations (by Ananya Ghosh)

















The lightning strikes the lighthouse again
Tiny rivulets of that ianthine light set the water burning
And she sits lonely by the sea shore, cross legged on the sand.

Life’s just a great design,
It doesn’t strain to grow, it’s effortless
Flows like the backwaters of Alleppuzha
Sometimes grey, sometimes green
Feels like the darkness of the night sky
Without it you wouldn’t see the stars
Invisible clouds of the horizon, the sepia twilight...

They say perspective is everything
She doesnt agree, just look about you and around you
Whatever you see is just the tip of the iceberg
 Whether it’s death metal or the sweetest music of the flute
Whether it’s hip hop or her expressive eyes of bharatnatyam
Whether it’s in the low murmurs of the waters of ‘teesta’
Her everlasting seasons of loneliness or longing for solitude

The lightning strikes yet again
She sits lonely by the sea shore, cross legged on the sand
Memories get eclipsed with the key notes of her seldom played guitar
Her indomitable spirit strikes back,
Used to victory, but it has never tasted sweeter...
Amazed with the revelations, amazed at herself
She finally smiles...

Missing Link (by Shinjana Das)





















By that power,
I've been strong.
By that dream,
I'm still going on...

It's not you,
who has gone away,
It's your killer,who made you to say- "I'm not yours,you're not mine,even if you're not there..I'm not gonna die.."

It's obvious,
that still I love you,
even after the oath,
has broken by you.

Baby, don't say you're right,
in hurting my like this,
those sweet memories are there,
that I ever gonna miss...

My Inspiration (by Arka Datta)





















You say you like my paintings.
And I say that without you it would not exist.
And if you ask why I say that,
I will draw another one.

Each musician has a muse.
Each poet has his inspiration.
In the form of creation,
Depends on what you feel in you.


A person is my muse.
My love for her, my inspiration.
You're that beautiful person.
And the owner of my heart.

So I'll keep dreaming,
And continue to write.
Because everything I need,
is the love I feel for you.