Back Together....

I'd heard of the prodigal son

He'd come back home, do undo what he'd done!

I'd been taught to believe it, but I knew it was just a parable,

Found in the books, to be read and forgotten!!

And so I left my past behind, I moved on in life

Your love was my dream, and it was broken forever,

Yet the memories would just not go away!

Moving on was the hardest thing I ever did!

Oh baby! You've no idea what I went through!

Nah! u haven't got the slightest clue!

How I pined for another chance-

How I longed to rewind and fix it all!

And so I promise you now,

Now that its a brand new day,

Now that we are back together-

I'll make this love stay!!

It's a fairy tale that's come true, my love!

I believe in miracles, now that you've happened to me!

Oh darling! It's true, love happens to those who believe-

Yeah sweetheart, its a promise, this time I wont leave!

(guys, you'll soon hear a video of my first song.... these are

just the lyrics!)

BEHIND BLUE EYES…

Pouring rain soaks his clothes, and saturates hi mind. Nothing remains, except for the rage that consumes his every move- it builds uncontrollably! Clenched fists swing aimlessly into the blackness of the night.

He hears a humming. Perhaps it’s religious! No, its children! They sing the most beautiful song he’s ever heard. But why? Why would they rejoice? Rays of soft moonlight shine from the sky. They pierce through the storm clouds and delve into the depths of his soul. Rage is replaced by the most beautiful feeling he’s ever experienced! The music continues as tears escape his blue eyes!

What’s that now? A crescendo? No, that’s not the word! It’s just noise- coming from over there! Is it coming this way? Did they see him escape confinement? Maybe then its time to call it quits! Maybe these sirens, sounding now to him as loud as trumpets, blare to let the world know that he’s had enough! There isn’t time for tears. The blue of his eyes is masked by their redness. But Hope still builds- slowly and steadily!

He wants to carry on! Remember when Kipling asked you to reach down for that hope and nerve and sinew? Where is it now? There- right where he had left it, he’s going to find it- right there in Oblivion! It can be frustrating sometimes- searching for Hope in Oblivion! Voices ask him; no beg him, to stay. They invite him to wallow in the murky waters, to steep in the meadows of despair!

His fists punch the midnight air. The tears don’t stop streaming down his cheeks. The rage continues to build. He screams, but they are drowned in the pouring rain that ironically, can’t extinguish the fire of his rage! Oblivion doesn’t look so bad anymore! Maybe the voices are right; maybe it’s easier this way!

The ease with which he slips into abyss of Oblivion is frightening. But situations do get out of control; and then you can only pray. That’s hoe he’d learnt it! Blurred neon lights pass by- they’re blinding! And as he turns to avoid them, he sees her- welcoming him. Striking is not the word!

Despite her gentle demeanour, she has enormous strength. She can easily embrace him, save him yet again. The warmth of her touch helps him unclench his fists. The gritting of his teeth turns to a quiver of his lips. Burning tears of solitude, grief and despair turn to those of gratefulness and redemption. As he rushes to embrace the ghost oh his dead mother, still beckoning him towards herself, waiting for him with open arms; he falls off the cliff he’s standing on. He hears no more voices, no more trumpets! Only a chilling silence; welcome despite the coldness that accompanies it!

You know what the say-no one knows what it is to be the bad man- the escaped convict that had nowhere to go, no one to turn to but for her who always remains faithful- Death!

You were right, Mr. Bizkit- No one knows what it is to be the sad man, no one knows what simmers beneath the beautiful blue eyes!

The Impossible Dream

I am dreaming. I am dreaming what I must not.

Everything is a figment of my imagination. Be it the flitting butterfly with wings of yellow and black, or the marigold atop which it sits; or be it a creation as powerful as the sun- it's just me.

Imagine circles, millions and billions of them, all centered around one point- ME. Everything else is nothing but a part of my entity. I am the center of all that is, and all that will be.

Imagine a graph paper. I am the origin, while everything else holds a position with respect to me. I am the one around which everything is centered.

Ages ago I had created a minor explosion on the surface of my creation, the sun. Fragments of it broke off and hurtled through space until they were drained of energy, and came to a stop, One such fragment cooled enough for micro-organisms to grow on it.

How I regret the day I let the tailed creatures come down from the trees! Maybe they should not have even evolved, after the big lizards perished! or perhaps I should have let the micro-organisms just be as they were!

But now t

he harm has been done, and the primates have evolved at my bidding! I can not destroy them this easily- it just does not appeal to my aesthetic sense to take away what I have given to them, My gift to them- the power of reasoning and thinking-probably makes them giddy with the misconception that they are Me- but the truth is that they aren't.

They have initiated something using this gift- something I did not want them to do. They have learnt to think. They go on crusades. They have learnt to take decisions, and they think they can handle themselves. A few years ago, I had sent someone to decrease this entropy, but He too was nailed to the cross in some barren land, by the lords of the realm. Even today, they squabble and fight. After two devastating wars, they still r

emain ignorant and oblivious. Each hopes to destroy the other, and live a fairy tale life after that. Oh! When will they understand that this will, sooner or later, lead to their downfall?

But even amidst this murk and gloom, there is beauty- the tiny creatures- the butterfly, the greenery, the water- Oh! It will hurt if all this is destroyed!

Ironically, human beings have even invented a name for Me. Some call me God; others call me Time. They are fearful of Me.

But why do they fear Me? I will do them no harm. They are safe.... until I wake up!

More Mon Majhi

More mon majhi! Ei apaar Node kkhunje kaharey berash?

Dekhe je tore murkhota, henshe tara bhora ei akash!

Khunjhish je tui shathi, chash je tui paar-

Pabi toh tui keboli tufan, milbe toh torey shudhui jhor!

Chotto tor nouko shamaal dibi eto bipoder kemni?

hobey je noukodubi, mitbey je tor jiboner shob nishani!

Dheu-a je torey korbey grash, hariye felbi je tui opar!

Rakhbey na torey money je keu, bhuley jabe je torey a shongshar!

Jab Tumhari Yaad ati hai...

Aankhon mein meri hai ek anjani si nami,

Ye dil mehsoos kar rahi hai na jane kiski kami!

Sab kucch toh hai mutthi mein meri,

Phir kya hai yeh ajeeb si besabri?

Saansein toh chal rahin hai, par kya jee rahein hain hum?

Palkein geeli hain, samajh na aye, kaun hai wo ajnabi sanam!

Sapne chod gaya jisne in aankhon mein hazaar,

Kar rahi hun jiska dil thaamkar intezaar,

Jiski aahat ko sun ye dhadkan hai badhti,

Jiske seene ki mehek se ye kajal hai chamakti;

Jiska pyaar hai mera sadaa ka aasra-

Shayad tum hi ho mere jeevan ka wo khush-haal naya savera!!

Binoti

Hajar phuler sourabey sugandhito amaar shwaas,

Hajar tarar aloye ujjwal amaar du'nayan;

Hajar samudrer gobhirataye doobey achey ammar mon,

Tao amaaye koreche a kemon ek udasinataye grash??

Natamastak aami kebol tomari charane, he sakha!

Hrido majhe tomaye pai, tatei toh e jibon-er purno howa;

Shobi ache more kachey, nai kebol tomar bhalobashar chonwa,

Koro he amaaye uddhar; binita, ami tomar Anamika!

Guys... this is my first attempt at writing bengali poetry, so please don't mind if I haven't done justice to it! This poem is an appeal by a young, ambitious woman to the omnipresent, omnipotent and all knowing God; the only one she's ever going to kneel before, to bless her life. She knows she has everything that she could ever ask Life for, yet an unknown pain eats away at her heart. It is then that she realizes that what's missing is the touch of the Almighty in her life!

Ehsaas...

Goonj rahi hai kanon mein madhur say eh jo dhun,
Sun re sathi, tu bhi isey sun!
Shayad hai yeh meri ma ki choodiyon ki khanak,
Shaya hai yeh meri behen ke payal ki chanak!
Sun re sathi, tub hi isey sun!!

Dikh rahe hai haseen say eh jo mujhe sapne,
Bol mitr, kya ishara de rahe hain mujhe mere apne?
Rache hain ye khwab, mere taat ke seene ki dridhta se,
Range hain yeh swapn, mere bhai ki lahu ki lalima se!
Bol mitr, kya ishara de rahe hain mujhe mere apne?

Varsha ka yeh meetha jal, bujhaye jo mera pyaas,
Aa bandhu, tub hi soongh in phoolon ka suvaas!
Ghula hai isme mere guru ke gyaan ka ujala,
Laye yeh door se, mere mahi ke prem ka sandesa
Aa bandhu, tub hi soongh in phoolon ka suvaas!!