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Waiting for long when longing returns
The door ajar for you
You stride in oh but casually
With memories old and new
I arise from my slumber embolden
From a silent wait that was golden.

For silence speaks what none hears
No fright no sound no beat
You came in silence to me from afar
No fear of renouncing or defeat
I arise from my slumber embolden
From a silent wait that was golden.

To love you when I was alone
Longed you more in solitude
You owned me with a smile
The heartiest the eyes can elude
I arise from my slumber embolden
From a silent wait that was golden.

The distance that held us apart
I chose to remain in love
For isolation knows no spurning
In the land, soul or above
I arise from my slumber embolden
From a silent wait that was golden.

You crept back when the rain set in
I kissed you when the sky sprinkled joy
For the droplets were gentler than my lips
Living my dreams in your arms employ
I arise from my slumber embolden
From a silent wait that was golden.

I dreamt the dreams even though distant
For my dreams held you to me
Forever and closest we were
Like the unbound endless sea
I arise from my slumber embolden
From a silent wait that was golden.






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Peeping through the clouds off my bow
The bifrost bridge appeared and how
Colours of heaven all but seven
Joy to my soul this rainbow has given

-Capt Aditya


Ahoy! Said the captain
To his unshakable crew
They marched into the nomadic sea
And bid the land adieu.

The boys will grow to men
The men would acquire stories
The treacherous sea awaits them
Where they carry forth there glories.

The mystic maiden voyaged along
To far off distant lands
With goods and tales to exchange
The oceans and seas they scanned.

They scourged many a land
For trades, where boys turn men
The calmness of the deeper sea
Grew treacherous calm again.

The night she came an untamed tempest
From over a sudden creek
The frenzy crew the unshakable men
For a moment felt a weak.

Ahoy! Said the Captain
Shaking his locks of grey
She comes to test your zeal your trust
Fear her not, beyond her we head our way.

Charge ! I say to the dooms door
Let her dance and torment
My men I stand with you through her tumultuous passion
For our zest to live is our sole consent.

We shall live with valor
And hold our pride
Come my lads with your souls of voyagers
Together lets break her tides.

The night long dance the tempest danced
The fury calmed and cool
The wary crew lay scattered and scarred
The mystic floated to the Istanbul.

Ahoy! Said the captain
With a charge but cheer in his voice
Pointing to the distant sky
Where all men looked and rejoiced.

Said the Mogul with his locks of grey
Over the rainbow where the skies are blue
Your dreams my men that you dare to dream
They really do come true...​ 






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An  usual happy life
A morning bright n blue
Have you ever met your self
Emerging across you.

In among the worldly conversations
That raise your spirits and hue
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

In mirror that you see in modest admiration
A reflection you thought you knew
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

When you lay watching the stars
Matching imagination that your fingers drew
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

In the arms that you hide unmistakably warm
A sense of one that grew
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

The rains of emotions that quenches soul
At night when the humdrum had bid adieu
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

In the besotting silence of a love so deep
Where you swam to rinse and bathe anew
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.

As in the eyes of a complete love
Where the world in you he view
Have you ever met yourself
Emerging across you.




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Have you seen the colours of spring
Rose peach orange yellow Amber grease
Colours that I saw when Earth laughed with flowers
To create a master piece

I yearn to touch the Autumn sky...
Fluttering clouds on soothing blue that never cease
Colours that I saw looking up at the blue
To create a master piece

The rains that pours across the glass
Reflects street lights with abundance release
Colours that I saw on rain stained glass
To create a master piece

The boyhood years of purling joys
Running across green moors ever so peace
Colours that I saw at every meadow
To create a master piece

The church spires flame on a wedding day
Grooms and bride amongst laughter and bliss
Colours that I saw amongst their twinkling eyes
To create a master piece

The August moon that shone of love
A soldier on his fence receives
Colours that I saw when he read his post
To create a master piece

Of all the colours in around us
Our colourful world as we see
I am still to paint a picture for all
And create a master piece






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The train left the station
The whistles blew off guard
Unmindful in my journey
I hummed a song of past

The song of love and joy
Of closeness and memories amassed
Unmindful in my journey
I hummed a song of past

The fields ran green and rooks ran blue
Yellow dandelions showered a contrast Unmindful in my journey
I hummed a song of past

The song rose high on one of souls
The warm embrace that did outlast
Unmindful in my journey
I hummed a song of past

The beauty of lips that kissed with zeal
The sailor's heart dismast
Unmindful in my journey
I hummed a song of past

The rain quenched the country hill
As the train looped the hillocks cast
Unmindful in my journey
I hummed a song of past

The end of journey at a hill...cottages that run afar
The closing twilight that spoke avast
Unmindful through my journey
I hummed the song of past







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She was afraid of heights
But she was much more afraid of never flying
- Atticus



The dawn showed a flamingo sky...
It was the time to say goodbye
Rose she from the arms of her warrior
Strained with memories of love....

The rains swept across the sea
The waters where the enemy would be
Awaiting the dawn for her warrior
Who lay yet unharmed....

She crept low to the porch
Where shes spread from the nights flaming torch Reminding her of ignited passions
The rains brought in last night....

She danced the dance in his arms
None in the court could miss their charms
Such beauty and grace with valiant adore
Undaunted spirits high.....

Wine from her lips...yearning in his eyes
Adorations spoken unspoken...mutual fervor high
She loved her love all night long
As the sky poured in an endless ardor....

Now she stands watching the grey beyond
One more day....once more if she could bond
The warmth of breath ....the embrace so bold
Endearing intimacy...the besotted delight....

Her warrior must leave and bid adieu 
The vibrant pennant the winds the blew
The bugle voiced the final call
She watched in calm her warrior's eyes.....

They embraced each other one last time
Under the sky filled with battle chime 
He held her close.... embraced her long
As she knew in her heart she felt him no more..







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I am not this hair
I am not this skin
I am this soul.....
that lives within......
 - Rumi

Existence is pure Bliss.....
 And to find it deep within
 A gurgling child.....your mother's hand...
 A white flower....the sea shore sand
 A long warm hug.....a forgotten song
 An old photograph hung all along
 A toothless smile.....a quite afternoon
 A sudden rain.....a romantic moon
 A lover's touch....a tinge of pain
 A friend you lost.... and found him again
 A long long ride....a scenic trip
 A sailors wind that moves his ship
 The walk on grass....the wet cold dews
 A box full of littering mews
 A passionate kiss....a whisper in your ear
 An sensuous touch of the skin so near
 A tickle on skin....a glinting eye
 The warmth of breath that takes you high
 All that is worldly yet it is not
 The universe and her powerful plot
 To mesmerise the soul in you
 Your identity....that you so knew......







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Aaj ekhane darun gorom.....ek to Meghla akash..... humidity te prananto abohawwa doptoro...tar upore bajar o gorom..... Hong Kong e baish bochorer chokra ra minister hocche amader ekhane keno hobe na eta ekta gorom shomoshya....pujor age rastar khora khurir chote kon minister morning walk e thyang khora hoye geche tateo gorom...Haal filer jhore onek gach pore geche....tai minister ra r kono risk nebe na....rastar gach katachhe....Karon ebar protima udbodhodhon korte eshe ahoto ba nihoto Tao Abar naturally hote chan na.... holey hoy shohid hoben na hole jele jaben....ei issue teo public gorom....

Flyover hoyeche guti kotok....bhenge o porche tar moddhe...Tai bajar gorom je pujoy baki kota porbe ki porbe na....bus route gulo naki via Neemtola babvia krora tola kora hobe sheta niyeo gorom torko!!!!.... auti wala ra ajkal jom er middle man...orao ajkal naki decide korche population ke kibhabe control kora jaye.... contraceptives noy indirect medical ground....majhrastay giye ulte dao
..... especially jodi bus rasta hoy.....5 in one blow.....kichu bollei union gorom.....Na hole CNG gas gorom ....kichu khetre abar CNG pheteo naki pichon pure lok mara jachhe .... doctor bolechen sorry " butt" it was 80 % burn....ekhaneo gorom

Shob sheshe obosshoi pujor bajar...... khobor er kagoj gulo ekhon tabloid......protita patay ekhon shudhu sale.....baba ra paper er pata lukote lukote hoyran.....fanke fokore.....jekhane shekhane sale....juto jama moja emonki chal daal ataa teo sale....TV kinle mixie debe boshar ghore fuldani noy mixie shajan.....ei torkeo shobai gorom....




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Prekkhapot (scene): Durga Puja aagoto . Korta bahir hote brishti bheja hoye firechen. Ginnir tiroshkar.

Charitra (characters): Korta (husband)
Ginni (wife)..Parar chele (local boys)


Ginni:  Ei je ! Etokkhone ele

Korta: Ta r ki korbo....jaa brishti!

Ginni: Hyaan! Brishti to shudhu tomar eklar mathar uporei porchilo.....
Chhata ta niye gelei parte!

Korta: Dekho! Jedin i khoborer kagoj dekhe chhata niye beriyechi shedin gulotei to brishti hoy ni....

Ginni: Tai aaj ekebare gobor gonesh hoye firle?!

Korta:  Khobordar! Tumi amar baba tule kotha bolbe na!

Ginni: Uuuuuh! Keno oi gonesher i to gobor Tumi.....

Korta:  Ki? Amay gobor bolle?

Ginni:  Nah....tomar mathay bhora

Korta:  Amar mathay gobor bhora?

Ginni: Abar ki.....kalo Megh dekheo je kagoj pore "Akash porichonno thakbe " bole....take r ki bolbo?

Korta:  Khobor kagoj mitthe?

Ginni:  Mitthey Noy....guler dipo! Tomar moton lokera jekhane kagoj chhapay shekhane jaalyati Chara are ki hobe?

Korta:  Ki?? Ami jaali?

Ginni: Aar nato ki.....biyer shomoy Amar babake boloni Tumi amay Rani kore rakhbe? Ekta cycle , shonar chain, emonki amar babar shadher radiota porjonto....

Korta: Rani Kore rakhini? Kono shashuri shoshur nei...

Ginni: Uuuuh Rani? Na methrani....ei to shedin ekrash chaipash giley eshe shudhui matlami r bomi......amay pronaam kore bolle abar "tumi amar mayer moton"!!!! Cheeee cheeee

Korta: O..orokom...iye mane...ektu


Ginni: Iye mane ektu?....r tomar baba? Gonesh chondro.....mod kheye amar babar dewa cycle niye Krishnor chokro baniye parar pandel e uthe.... Chee Chee

Korta:  Opoya!....cycle Tai opoya

Ginni:  Ki bolle Amar Babar cycle opoya?

Korta: R nato ki....oi cycle er chakay to dhuti antke baba amar acto korte giye stage theke r firlo na...

Ginni: Aha! Stage theke? Ke re amar Uttam Kumar....ota pandel! Pandel e uthe cycle niye upur hoye kaliya kaliya Kore keliye gechilo tomar baba

Kirta: Motei keliye jaye ni.....oi shobboneshe cycle tar jonnei to....

Ginni:  Khobordaar! Mukh khuliyo na...!  Shobboneshe cycle???? Mod kheye keu cycle chore chokhe haawa lagate jay? Keu konodin baper jomme shuneche?

Korta: Gorom legechilo ....Tai baba amar...iye....

Ginni: Tomar baba iye! Tini iyei bote! Moder ghore pasher barir jethimake "Suchitra di ami apnar bhokto" boleni? Jethu eshe kaan mule bariye pouche dilo shebar

Korta: Baba Amar  bhokto....

Ginni: Thak! Kisher bhokto shuni? Shara jibon janla diye jethimake jhari merechen ....

Korta: Khobordaar! Eshob rotona!

Ginni: Rotona? Kotobaar jethu thyang khora Kore debar humki diyeche shuni? Arektu holei tomar apisher khoborer kagoj ei khobor beroto!

Korta: Tomar motoi ora shob hingshute...

Ginni: Ami hingshute??
Aar nato ki.....tomar Babar radio niye sharadin raat shuye thakte.....ektu khobor shunbo tao upay nei...sharadin shudhu naki shurey jotorokom bioscope er gaan!

Ginni: Modo matal shob! Tomra gaaner ki bojho.....gaan bujhten amar baba...Sri Bhootnath Brishospoti ....Tai to radiota...

Korta: Bhootubabur bhooture radio....emni cholena...charte chore duti thapporey....Tobe giye tini mukh khulten....tao emon awaj je Kishore Kumar na Lata bojha day....

Ginni:  Uuuuuh.....oi radio niyei to tomar baba abar ghumote jeten....

Korta: Oi radiota o opoya....

Ginni: Bolbeito jantum.....tomar Goneshchandra babar oi radio niye kom kechha? Natok shune ghumiye pore...rater bela kattayoni kattayoni kore uthone pichle pore haat bhangeni? Abar bole kina tolowar chalate giye pore gechi!......boli otoi jodi shokh ta nijer grama phone ta ralkhlei parten....moder adday oti beche shudhu chonga ta mathay diye firechilen....cheeee cheee

Korta: Tumi abar amar Baba tulle?

Ginni: Tolar r ki ache.....uni to agei potol tulechen.....

Korta: Aha ki bhasha.....

Ginni: Ta ki bolbo? Tomar porom pujoniyo pitrideb nijer dhuti te pa fele pandel shomet humri kheye pore ashurer gola bogole niye gonga jatra korechen?

Korta: Ishh.....tomar moton ginni thakle .....ei jonnei agekar diner lokera banprosthe jeten

Ginni: Ta Tumi jao na.....ek nagare 12 bochhor to jalale....

Korta: Tai jabo...

Ginni: Uuuuuh....boli mollar dour mosjid ...Jabe to moder thek....r rate ferot eshe....Amar payei abar pronaam korbe.....

Korta: Hargiz noy......

Ginni: Tahole beraler bati theke dudh churi kore khabe....

Korta:  Ki amay beraler dudh chor bolle....

Ginni: Ja koro Tai bollum.....tomar jalay Shyama amar addhek din to ratey khay na....o bojhe tomar jala...

Korta: Beta kalo bhaam; tay abar Shyama....boli oke oto shohag kore gamla bhorti doodh khawanor ki ache....Amar rokto jol Kora uparjon.....

Ginni:  Uuuuh ....rokto na mod.....ja gile shorire jomiyecho Tate r rokto nei shobi oi joy ma Tara dishi r shishi

Korta:  Bhogobaan! Eishob shonar cheye atmohotta Kora bhalo....aaj i Ami bish khabo....

Ginni:  Bishe tomar moron nei....

Korta:  Keno????

Ginni:  Ja bish oi joy ma tara theke jomiyecho Tate kono bish i tomar kaje debe na....morte paro jodi tomar Babar moto pandel bhangte paro to....jao parar cheleder jiggesh koro....ebare ora tomay ....

Korta:  Ki pandel bhangte debe kina?

Ginni:  Nah....pushpanjoli dite debe kina.....shebar theke to thyang khora Kore debar humkir chote ar pujotei berou na

Korta:  Padmabhushon kauke bhoy pay na...

Ginni:  Uuuuh.....kana cheler naam padmolochon....Chanda chaite elei to tomar beg peye jaye....

Korta: Ami kana? Nah.....aar shojjho hocche na....aaji ami jedike duchokh chay chole jabo...

(Amon shomoy dorjay toka)

Ginni: Ke?

Parar chele: Kakima ebarer dugga pujor Chanda ta....

Korta:  Ei re....o ginni....Amar abar koltolay jete hobe....

Ginni:  Keno tomar duchokh ebar ki kolktolay chay

Korta:  Ah....thatta korona....jao giye oder bolo Kaku ekhon nei....bijoyar pore firbe....

Ginni: Hahaha.....(Ginnir Hasi)



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I scourged the oceans
Drifted into the sea
I was born a sailor
And a sailor I shall be

The bustling harbours
Where Porter's commute
To the gurgling anchors
And an officer's salute
I hear the water again
The sea beckons me
I was born a sailor
And a sailor I shall be

I have sailed to the rising sun
And when moon beam shone my way
I sailed the quiet sky
I sailed when typhoon sway
The compass swirled
To remind me
I was born a sailor
And a sailor I shall be

The Comoros Island
Where the blue meets blue
The sapphire land and the azure sea too
I spent moments of stare at the beauty I see
But steer away as Shanghai called me
The white ship sails
And I must agree
I was born a sailor
And a sailor I shall be






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