On those cheeks of teen years
embracing the heat of our hearts
beating inches away?
The flames of love
and fires of passion,
The floods of tears
and roads by the ocean
We wrote our names upon them? ?
The late night kissing,
While we departed each time
Behind that great old tree
Down the lanes of grass
We never knew it’d be over?
Do you recall my dear
Those good old days with vows
that we will renew like rose
(our bonds of souls for ever)
will always be close,
breathing and flying together? ?
The fragrance of my poems,The petals of urge-To create and procreate,To read and recite,To fall in love with youAs I grow up andHead towardsMy grave of destinyOf sheddingThe remaining leavesOff my tree of passionFor my lovely memoriesWith you
And try to win it.
କିଏ ଅବା ମୋ’ର କାନେ କାନେ‘ତମେ ଆଜି ଯାଉଛ’ କହିଲା।ମୋ ଭିତର ସ୍ପନ୍ଦନ ର ବେଗବଢିଗଲା କେଡ଼େ ଅଚାନକ!ଦୂରତା ର ନଈ ର ଶେଯରେଆସିଗଲା ଜୁଆର ଅସଂଖ୍ୟ ।।ଦୂର ସେଇ ଆକାଶ ର ପିଠିଧୂଆଁଳିଆ ଚାଦରେ ଢାଙ୍କିଲା,ତୁମ ସ୍ମୃତି ଅଚାନକ ମୋ’ରଅନ୍ତରରେ ଜକ ଜକ କଲା ।।ଇଚ୍ଛା ହେଲା ଏଇ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ରେଉଡି ଉଡି ତୁମ ପାଶେ ଯିବି,ତୁମ ନୀଳ ଉତ୍ତରୀ ଫାଙ୍କରୁତମ ସାଥେ ଆଖି ମିଶାଇବି ।।
A call of the wildFrom strange worlds apartOr a nick nameIn my Paro’s girlish lipsCalling me to come backTo our spider net home-On the backyard of lost springMoist with frozen wishes.As we met by fateBut were thrown by lifeOff the boat supposed toFerry us togetherTo the end of the times.
lessons at home,lessons at school,lessons in temple,lessons in playground,wherever I love to live free.Why have they been so doing?Are they working on something,a project privately undertakenor an agenda socially knitted? ?Why do they do so?Need someone tell methat I am a human being?That I have a mind to thinkand a heart to follow?Don’t they knowafter…
Sans your shape,Sans your colour,Over the ashes-Of the pyre of separationOver the flamesOf my burning heart.All the memoirsSweet, fragrant and colourfulLike the springWere burnt.Flowers bloomed,But of course-Sans pleasure,Sans contentment,Sans fragrance! !
