the length of a road
travelled with passion,
the breadth of a heart
That beats on and on,
The height of a dream
cherished so long,
the depth of a desire
rooted miles or a furlong.
Time scales life
in frames-
past and future,
in names-
great and rare,
in pages-
written and read,
in phases-
golden and dead,
in zones-
gained and lost,
in forms-
worst and best.
Declaring widowhood to the bride.
Nothing alone is the ocean.
yet to hit the mind.
ପହିଲି ଛୁଆଁ ର ବେଳେତୁମ ନୀଳ ଚାହାଣୀ ରେମୋ ନିଜକୁ ଏକାବେଳେହଜାଇ ବସିଲି? ?ତୁମକୁ ଭେଟିବା ଆଗୁଁଏମିତି ନ ଥିଲା ।।କେହି ବୋଲି କେହି ଜଣେଏତେ ବେଶୀନିଜର ନ ଥିଲା..।।ତୁମ ଭସା ଭସା ଆଖିନୀଳ ଚାହାଣୀ ରଯାଦୁକରୀ ଛୁଆଁକି କିମିଆ କଲା…ପଲକ ରେବାର ବର୍ଷ ବିରହ ରଅବସାନ ହେଲା..।।।
at her will,wherever shelikes to flee,whenever sheloves to turnlike a free bird.The second dogfollows herreligiously,Sticks to her shadow,Licks the same plateas and when she does.For him, it becomesthe need of the hour.And the God of Erosblesses him, in a while.The third dogwatches all, silentlyfrom a distancewith his eyes blank,blurred with incompetence,Submits to the setting SunOf…
But a story-Eternal,that conquers deathand the Ethereal timeand space.For youthis planetis an eternal scriptwritten inalphabets of immortalityon the paper heartsof your million loverswith an indelibleink of love.The choice ofTime, place and personfor this momentof seprationmay be was not yours-But the voidyou createdis certainly ours,chosen solely by us.
