amar chotto ektu abdaar....

aaj tor kaache ekta abdaar korbo....ek soptaho r onador e ami j boroi jhimiye porechhi...aaj tai sara dupur janla diye bristi dekhechhi aar mone mone toke kache anar fondi entechhi....toke nasta nabud korar motto hajar o abdaar ekhon amar mone....sara din boshe boshe anki buki katlaam ekta purono khatar pataye...besuro gaan er sur gun gun...alosh dupur e bichhanaye epash opash....hathat uthe boshe baire jhunke dekhlaam....bristi porchhe....kokhon namlo bol toh?? tor chintaye attoi mogno j bujhtei parini?? khali paaye ek doure baire gelaam....ektu bhiji....du hath mele dhore...abar ek chhutte bhetor e...kajol ta sara mukhte lepte...hathat haslaam...lajja pelaam ektu...

ekta chotto abdaar tor kachhe...boli ki kore?? khub j lajja korchhe amar ekhon....ekbaar ti asbi?? amar dupur ta boro oshompurno....olpoti bhalobashbi?? bhoriye dibi amay?ektu khani ador....?? ektu khani kache tene niye?? ektu khani ushno sporsho...alto ekta-duto-tinte chumu...??tor niswash er gorom bhap amar thik kaan er niche....ektu faank pele ami na hoye toke du chokh bhore toke dekhbo....arr khub kache tene nile lajjaye tor buk e mukh lukiye nebo...bhoy korbe naa amar ektuo....tobe jodi tui amar kache na ashish....na bhalobaste chash amay....raag korbo na ami....daabi o rakhbo naa kichu...kandbo na....mone mone kosto o pabo naa...khali hasbo...r tor kaache abdaar korbo amar ami ke firiye dite....

akash ta aaj boroi nil..

akash ta aaj boroi nil..
aaj amay peechu deko naa...
je rong tomar chokhe shamil...
she chokh bhijiye dio naa...
bondhu tomar ami tai....
onno daabi rekho naa...
deko naa...
bondhutter hoyena podobi...
bondhu tumi kendo naa...
bondhu sobuj chirodeen...
bondhutter boyesh bare naa...
bondhu tomar ami tai....
antyiotaye bendho naa...
kendo naa...
hoitoh tomar alnaye...
thakbe na amar jama...
jhulbe na tomar barandaye....
amar punjabi pajama...
tobuo moner janalay....
obadh anagona....dujona....
hathat cha er sugondhe...
hathat kono boi er pataye...
hathat moner anonde...
apon mone kobitaye....
hathat khuje pawa sukh...
char dewale bendhonaa...
dhore rekho naa...
akash hoye jabe fekashe...
tobu amader ghuri...
urbe moner akashe...
ononto chelemanushi...
shei chelemanushi take...
onno naam e deko naa...
peechu deko naa...

listen to the song here

what is so precious about u?? why i miss you so much...?? why do i think about u all the time?? why do i find reasons to talk to you once...?? and when we talk y do i find excuses to make the conversation longer and longer?? why do i always want to be with you?? y do i always keep thinking about the cozy moments we shared...?? why is there a spark my eyes when i see that green button glow beside your name in my gtalk?? why does it always feel happy to hear your voice??why do i think of you deep into the night of the moments when you have looked deep into my eyes??why does my heart always rises up to bless thee?? why do i always want to be where you are??why do i wake up from the dream with a smile on my face and then all of a sudden start crying??why do i want only you to hold me tight when i am feeling lonely?? why are you the reason for the tear drops in my eyes??

coz you are someone WORTH it....

i am not a princess of some fairytale....i am just a dreamer who keeps on dreaming bout u...i dont ask you to love mee in return....to wipe of my tears when i cry...to turn back and look at mee when u have already surpassed mee...to hold my hands and make me cross the hurdles of life....to lend me a short breath when i am ill...to soar high with mee in the middle of the night to the land of some unknown stars....to be a part of my musing...to walk bare feet on the grass after it had rained...to stand on the edge of the cliff with arms stretched when the sun goes down....

all i am asking you to do is to wake up every morning to dream with mee....

home coming of maa

the morning felt to special today after mom returned from guwahati after nearly a month...i was happy...as i opened the door i didnt have to flash one of those fake smiles that i generally do when one of those noisy relatives arrive...

maa...there she was....my maa....i jumped into her arms and hugged her for long...until she got irritated and pushed mee off her...i tugged back again and that irritated her even more....but it was fun...moms back...finally...to mee...to her home...i hadnt realized it earlier....not atleast before i saw her this morning...how much i had missed her...how much the empty, lonely house needed her...

i took her bags in...fetched some chilled water for her and arranged for some tea...maa is perhaps the only indispensable person of my life...she had kept on accepting all my mistakes over the years....and all that with a smile...and even today i feel the biggest support and security of my life come from my mom...

coffee.....i cant do without

young couples are often found sitting cozily in some silent corner of a coffee shop. only a few are caught around the trees in the lush gardens of city and hardly anyone is sighted walking hand in hand in a Plaza. Of late, the language of love seems to have changed and the chemistry seems to have developed into a new equation.

Something like : "Foamy cappuccino + bubbly ambiance = chocolaty love" or “a cuppa fuming black coffee + sizzling browning = hot love” all credit to coffee parlors that dotted up the city map. "Let's talk it over a cuppa coffee," has become something like a signature tune among the young gen.

My friend once said, “a lot can happen over a cuppa coffee”...and yes a lot did happen over a few dozen cups of coffee...all lazy Sunday afternoons, we had spend in coffee shops, talking endlessly over few rounds of coffee...our latest crush...the habit was taken up then only to have grown intenser now... we always had our own private corner at the CCDs where we cud exchange a few naughty glances and pretend to have not noticed it at all....hours were spent relaxing and talking over coffee...the brewing smell still brings back the memory afresh.

a continuation of:

I had stood at the confluence of two rivers a lot of times...compelled by the beauty and a feeling of togetherness….Mesmerizing…I had wished to lose myself in someone like the rivers…in the same way a river loses itself into another….After a point one cannot distinguish between the two and tell which is which…I stood spending hours catching the view of the water mingling into each other’s arm…there I stood and yearned…No, the rivers did not ask me to get a grip on it and move on….The yearning did…

These days the rain even hits a transparent glass cage around me and goes down...A cage I created out of the storms that passed mee and fires that smoldered in…And as I trip up the world in this fake invisible space suit, attracting the ridiculous mockery of the crowd around, I constantly keep seeking for that one eye, which will see the cage and open it…free me forever to let the rain drops fall on my face again…I cannot open this cage...I cannot even touch it nor touch anything outside…The only comfort being that it protects me – saves me – forever from the outside force...But you know what? I'd give it up forever to touch you.

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything is made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

These lines are not written by mee…I read it somewhere…it speaks my mind and it says all that I ever wanted to say…