How often have you dear
Cajoled the dreams of my nights? ?
How much have you wetted
My chest in thy drops of tear?
How often have you revealed
The secret pains that life did deliver? ?
It has not been a week
After we did meet!
You have become all, and my
Everything, the Queen of my heart! !
Blue of moon is forgotten.
I feel, my heart begsto cry aloud, my voice to keep-my tears away from you to peep.
ଭରା ଅନ୍ତର…ଲୁହ ସିକ୍ତ….,ଶୂନ୍ୟ ଆକାଶ…ଏ ସମୟ-ସୁପ୍ତ, ଜୀବନ…ବିଷମୟ..।।
Socrates would sip the cup.
ମୋ ଜୀବନ ଚଲାପଥ ଧାରେ,କେତେଥରଆସିଚ ବା ତମେମୋ ରାତିର ସପନ ଶେଯ ରେ?କେତେ ଅବାଭିଜାଇ ପାରିଛମୋ ଛାତିକୁ ତୁମ ଆଖି ଲୁହେ,କେତେ ବାରଫିଟାଇ କହିଛମନ କଥା, ଉବୁଟୁବୁ କୋହେ?ତମ ସହଭେଟ ହେଲା ପରେଅଳ୍ପ କେଇ ସପ୍ତାହ ଯାଇନି –ତମେ କିନ୍ତୁପାଲଟି ଗଲଣିସବୁ କିଛି, ମୋ ମନ ର ରାଣୀ!
in the far western skybeneath the dark veilsof palm forestdown the lonely hillby the sea of sexless nights.Released fromexile of lustover lives after livesof unborn urgeall your shadowsplay hide-and-seekwith clouds of heartless-girl friends of past livesplaying evil gamesin the violent skybefore the dawn ofthe only golden morningyet to be conceived.
