On the blue evening

the fascination of whats beautiful
has opened a fountain out of my veins and
spurt a spontaneous joy and love in my heart.
we are in the months appropriate for love....
the age of hope and illusions as they say.
On the blue evening .....
i went down the path..
picking bluebells and orange leaves..
felt the freshness under my feet.
i shivered...
i won't think about anything but an ocean love..
has risen in my soul....
i call this sweet spring......



shree

hotath ami roddur hoye jai

hotath ami roddur hoye jai,
jhirjhirey ek hawar dolaye,
jhumjhumi dui nupur paye,
kusumranga surjo hoye jai.

koler majhe mukh dubiye,
ki jani kon durer swapon,
hashiye diye kandiye feley,
kalo badol soriye thele..
fagun masher mon chorano...
tomar shorir chhuye chhuye..
hotath ami roddur hoye jai.


sobuj sobuj amer mukul...
neemer kuri...jukti fuley ....
hartuki rang notun sharir,
nakchhabitey jhilik tuley...
ghamer fotaye mishiye giye,
dustu heshe,chumu kheye,
hotath ami roddur hoye jai.






ami rodddur bhalobashi tai ei kobita ta.




shree

yin has yang waiting

every night has a new morning,
all the dusk has a new dawning.
each thunder has a silver lightning....
to clear the air of all......
each hurt has a tender caring....
as each winter has spring following...
all the frown has a new smiling....
every silence a lover's calling.....
all the crime has another forgiving..
to start a better morn.....
each condemning turned into new redeeming....
shunned gestures can turn welcoming....
every end has brighter beginning...
all being is a newer becoming.......
all the yin has yang waiting.....
to meet in new horizon........




shree

light went in search of hope with a naughty smile

spring is knocking by...
blue birds sing,
wild mountains bring,
the peace within ...
with its silvery glow.....
the shining sky...
touches me ...
in a lazy loving smile....
dream came true ,
when held by you,
closer to your heart.
the anklet rings...
its golden bells...
spring came knocking by....
ran over the hill.....
to tell the world....
how happy am i.....

THANK YOUR MAKER.......
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL..........
LOVE YOURSELF......




shree

ami..i prem ami..i bhalobasha ami..i niyoti ..tomar

ekbuk neel akash niye ...
dubey jai nechey berai ...alor anginaye..
pahar churaye....
sobuj ghashe....
jhilmile kato pichhle pora kochi patar aloye...........dekhi tomaye ...dekhi tomaye
shudhu tomaye ...sarajibon.
polash fuley,shimul fuley.....
krishnachurar laler abhaye.....
dubey jai nechey berai.....alor anginaye
jharer akash ,chander alo....kepe uthe amar bukey ..
hawar dolaye ....brishtitey ek bheja dine....
chupi chupi dubi ekhon bhalobashaye ...premer jhoraye ...
hridoyjurey ...katoi khelaye..
dubey jai nechey berai .....alor anginaye.....
thotey sei mridu hashir ektu jhalak..chokher kaloi upchey pora khushir dana..
khute niy ..anchol pete...buker majhe ...
duhaatey jorai ami akul kora subash takey..
jeno kon ghumer ghorey ...swapan majhe..
elo kon ghurni tola batash niye..
shaler boney..kurchi fuler chador gaye...
dubey jai neche berai ....alor anginaye.....
boshey thaki protikkhate....
bhalobeshe...
niyotir taner mato..i
tomar amar jibon jurey...
premer majhe bhalobashaye...
dub satarey.....




apekkhaye ami

beautiful adjectives.......nee mehendi burns

adjectives are like sharp splinters ...
used whenever one like....
pierces the bleeding heart....
vulnerable soul.....from all sides,
knowingly unknowingly.....
reasonless....
hatred...
for a sinner...
though sins unknown...


coward...
pessimist.....
hysterical..........
mistrusting......
or no trust at all.......
pennyless....drunkard....crazy...fool
all are beautiful adjectives ...
said so lovingly....
whispered in the ear...

before a wondering, stupid gaze.....
the mehendi burns.

thousand gopinis sing

the dreams we saw,
the life we've dreamt,
knitted the absurd story,
wrote the fantacy poems,
ran across the green medows,
walked on the dry desert,
soaked in the monsoon rain,
hand in hand.........
broken.......like a mirror....
in thousand pieces...life mocks at me....
youv'e taken it too seriously dear ,don't...its just a game....
as you said.
may be it is....
the golden sunrise....
lazy sunsets...
trotting twilights will never be the same...
comes and goes in a haze...
don't dream ....
don't hope....
as each day passes by ....
like a roadroller.
crumbles the bones and flesh under it.
so not to wake up again....
Anantashayanam Eternal light turns...
then burst out laughing.....cuddles me in Blessed arms.
thousand gopinis sing....
Radha soaks in Madhaba's colour....
coz YOU are ME
and I AM YOU......



to my inspiration....


shree