The Twelfth Night..

I really don't know what has been so special about the rains these days. I haven't been able to talk to the rain for quite some time now on account of some nerve-wrecking exam preparations, but nevertheless could I feel myself listening to it every night. And it was the twelfth night of the fifth month of the ongoing year that I waited for hours on end for it, but nevertheless did it betray me, like it does on the hot summer afternoons. I was away from my bedroom and without my pillow to help me cry out the entire night, for we stayed back at my uncle's place on account of the elections. And it was 2 o' clock in the midnight that I found myself insomniac, sitting beside someone else's window and looking out into the night through a not-so-familiar wind, with a void mind somehow brimming with a lot of things to say.....about how some paths had intersected, about the divinity in them and how life deserved to have been beyond it. For it was just a couple of years back that I spent my happiest night on the twelfth night of the fifth month of 2007.

It brought back those tears which I had not expected that night, and the eerie feeling that quite often makes me beg before the rain to come and cover up the whole of my existence in the eddy currents of its fearful and loathsome vigour.

And reminded me the moment back home, when on the terrace with my mother under the full moon-light, I saw her eyes getting filled up reminiscing some distant, unfulfilled, unforgettable memories while musing on the lines...

"Shokhi bhalobasha kare koy...
Shey ki keboli jatonamoy..."

Hey Nuton..

Jaha kichu tumi borshile aji

Hey kobi! Mor ei bonge..
Bokkhe niye kate prato diba nishi
Tobo odhora ashish shonge..

Taale shure gaane chhonde tobo
Hoy banglar probhat nobo nobo
Praner kotha kaane kobo kobo,
Bhashibe ramdhonu ronge..

Ashiyachho grishho dwiprohore
Hoyia bohurupi himel haowa..
Borshar ghono megher araale
Sharod-obhimukhe dhaowa..

Shopiyachi tobo choron tole
Pujiya tobo she naam
Hey kobi aji diboshe tomare
Shohosro koti pronam..

P.S.:-This was done with the purpose of paying a miniscule homage to the man who has shaped our lives. Very very random..

Broken..

A new dawn battered

Some old nights shattered

Broken like a dream
Broken like the dawn

Forlorn hopes shiver
Wander by the river

Cast out as cursed
Vanquished as a pawn

A deadly venom's kiss
A life is here to cease

Effused through a fissure
Buried in ashes, brown

Doom climbs the door
Spills on the floor

Struggling to breathe
In the sea of despair, drown

But I'll wait for you
As the ship's lonesome crew

For lives, through and through
Till I win my last fight

For that lucid beam hued blue
For the song I'll sing to you

For you'll close my eyes
After I live my last night.