CHANDER BATI

Gobhir raate, Chander sathe
Sopnoloker jatri seje
Bheshe berai andhar pothe
Tomay khojar asha rekhe

Chunte chaoar ichha hole
Haath ti barai tomar toore
Khuje berai ghono meghe
Usha-r Robi-r aalo-r khoje

Megher upor urche Pakhi
Surjo mare unki-jhuki
Chander ghore andhar ekhon
Aalo-ye bhora jogot jokhon

Cholte cholte digannto
Pother seshe apporannho
Surjo jabe tar grihe
Apon mone se poth diye.

ITS GONE

When you lose that shoulder,
that ear, that arms which were meant
for YOU....

You lose a part of yourself.

That voice which was eager,
to inquire about you, your 'day'.
That Ear which was patient
to listen to your unstoppable 'chattering'
You suddenly realize "ITS GONE"

The moments you laughed along,
The moments you cried along,
The moments where you belong..

Belong or BELONGED????

The endless conversation of 'words' and 'silence'
The endless road of 'friendship' and 'love'
The endless nights of 'joy' and 'tears'

Tear me apart, tears beckon.....

I was, I am where you had left me and Gone...
I wait, I lie thereby...
To greet you, To receive you..
Whenever you feel the urge to be BY...