A Note

The path, I haven't walked through yet,

The time, I do dream about always,

I am living to live in it

And participating in the race !

Life teaches how to survive,

It says how to fight back,

You should track the phoenix within yourself,

Even after getting a smack !

Life is a lesson to enrich self,

And life often seems as a maze,

But I am living to live with thee

And participating in the race !

Jotil

Jhore jaye , more jaye,
Kichhu kotha roye jaye..
Somoyer sathe sathe kichu byatha soye jaye...

Karo mone ongar , aj-o bNeche ache,
Tumi bolo, bhule jete, fire ese kachhe.
Ami bhule jeteo pari,
bNidhe thaka kNata,
Bhuleo bhulona tumi ,
Pichhu fire daka !

Chetona-te tobu bNeche,
Bishonno konkal,
No honnoter geroye bNadha,
Jiboner mayajaal.

She and her lonelineness(?)

She is walking down by the street...
Alone amongst the crowd,but is she lonely?
She has got a dream picture of future, in her eyes,
But not really of a new city !

The faces from the back,are worried if she will cry,
The faces around,are confused if she is really so shy !

but,does she want to be lonely?
Or, would like to be cosy?

Is she so predujiced ,that no one feels her forlorn,
Or she has achieved such a strong heart to be alone?

Yes,there a pale picture lies in her eyes,
But she doesn't let the new hope die !

She seeks for a special touching power,
And right after that she fights back to the damns !!

Why ?

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 !!

Anonymous Spirit

I stare at the burnt soul
And try to feel it intensely,
I can see the shabby ashes,as well as
The Phoenix ; lying devastatingly.

Oh ! It can't rise again,
Because,it can't fly so high !
As, it holds another view,
Where,flying is worse than to die.

It belongs to winter,
And summer is far away from it,
O bird ! how stubborn you are !
You fixed your heart to commit.

"Don;t call yourself a Phoenix,
If you don't arise again..."
-But you admit even this insult,
As you don't want to gain.

You believed that you're tired of being Keats's bird,
As well as Shelley's...
And now you want to live or die for yourself only,
Oh ! you are so selfish !!

You think you are different,
And you believe,you're still not 'known',
So,that your shrill voice doesn't utter 'Chorus Hymeneal' or 'triumphant chant',
But just wants to mourn.

Don't know,if you're gone forever,
Or, you're still alive
But be sure that,
Your burnt soul cannot again thrive.

Be unnamed,
Or, be unknown,
But don't follow the way,
Which was 'wrongly shown'.

- Shinjana Das