A Crayon Coloured World

She picks out her favourite blue dress
And the pink that goes on her nails
Leaves a half-read book on the table
And a collection of unread mail

The sky is a shade grey to perfection
Green life passes by her window pane
There's a tree dancing in the wind

Rejuvenated after the rain

He flips up a silver coin
On a dusty brown table it lands
He chases ephemeral worlds
The last member of a music band

He picks up a yellow piece of paper
With a tale written in black ink
He had left her a thank you note
And the poem was a tenuous link

She rides into an orange sunset
A night of violet feelings awaits
He closes the door behind him
He is already an year late

He lives in a crayon coloured world
And the outlines are all in a haze
He waits for the end of the present
It's sadly not a passing phase

“There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever.
There are only small steps upward; 
an easier day, 
an unexpected laugh, 
a mirror that doesn’t matter anymore.”

:)

Sararaat jhorer pore tomar kachhe asa
Bhebechhi shikhiyea debo sokalbelar bhasa

Sokaler gachhgulo sob nithor, jorosoro
Avijog, baagbitonda eriyea chole jhoro.

Se kebol jhapta lagay batase ar jole
Swobhabe dosyu tobu nijer kothai bole.

Amio amar kotha bujhiyea dite ese
Dekhechhi choukathe daag, chauni ekpeshe

Ke tomay ki bojhalo, vul kichhu, na thiki
Ami tao amar kotha amar motoi likhi.

Jotosob jotil byapar eriyea chole jhoro
Amar eai sohoj lekha sohoj bhabei poro

Sherin

ON A SUNNY DAY…….
He came……. and handed over to me…..
A wet handkerchief…

Faded flowers….
Torn edges…..
An impression of the first alphabet….
Of a name familiar than my thousand nightmares…..

I wish I could cry……

RASHOMON….
The poem on screen….. (he says)…..
Of the rains, untouched…..
And the monsoons, ‘unchased’………

But all that I am left with….
Is an umbrella………
As old as his weirdest phobia…
Striped, twisted and forsaken…..

I wish I could laugh at him…..

IN THE SPRINGS….
He comes closer…..
Fast, like the shooting stars…..
Green, like the water hemlocks….

I hear him whispering….
Get me…..but……
“Bend like a bow….”
“Bloom like a flower…..”

I wish I could tell him….he is wrong….

IN WINTERS…..
He never made his occurrence felt…..
I wish I could own a sweater……
Before the snow…
Before the frost……

Girls like you by The Naked and Famous

Run, whirlwind run
Further and further away
Into the sun
In, 20 minutes
Everyone will remember you when you're gone

What will you do when something stops you
What will you say to the world?
What will you be when it all comes crashing
Down on you little girl
How would you feel if nobody chased you
What if it happened tonight?

How would you cope it the world decided to
Make you suffer for all that you were!
How could you dance if no-one was watching
And you couldn't even get off the floor
What would you do if you couldn't even feel
Not even pitiful pain
How would you deal with the empty decisions
Eating away at the days?

Don't you know people write songs about girls like you
About girls like you..
About girl like you.. 

Its sting

If you were coming in the Fall,
I'd brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do a Fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls—
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse—

If only Centuries, delayed,
I'd count them on my Hand,
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's Land.

If certain, when this life was out—
That your's and mine, should be—
I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,
And take Eternity—

But now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the Goblin Bee—
That will not state—its sting.

Never knew...

She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she. 
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by -
And never knew.

Somebody That I Used To Know

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Now you're just somebody that I used to know...
somebody that I used to know...

Shhh...

Two loves in one...

Ki aase jay?

Bhiji amar-i moton...ki aase jay :)

Sunshine wali aasha...

Transcript :

Umeedon wali dhoop, sunshine wali aasha

Rone ke wajah kam hai, hasney ke bahaney zyada…
Zidd hai muskurayengein, khush rehne ka hai waada…

Umeedon wali dhoop, sunshine wali aasha

Tum dil se agar poochoge, woh khush rehna hi chahein
Jab sachey mann se maango, toh khul jaate hai raahein
Toh khul ke khushi lutao, yeh kya aadha aadha.

Umeedon wali dhoop, sunshine wali aasha
Umeedon wali dhoop, sunshine wali aashaaaaa…