'Bhalobasha bhalobasha'

Amaar moton shukhi ke aache,
aay shokhi aay amaar kaache,
shukhi hridoyer shukher gaan,
shuniya toder juraabe praan...

Protidin jodi kaadibi kebol,
ek din noy hashibi tora,
ek din noy bishaade bhuliya,
shokole miliya gaahibo mora,

Bhabona kahaare bole,
Shokhi..jatona kahaare bole,
tomra je bolo dibosho rojoni,
Bhalobasha, bhalobasha,

Shokhi bhalobasha kaare koy,
She ki keboli chokh er jol,
she ki keboli dukh er shaash,
loke tobe kore ki shukh er tor emon dukh er aash...

-- my day starts with this song, some silent tears, and loads of classes! :) bingo!!!!

'Amelie'

amelie

walking home alone from the crowded
theater, i stop to watch a single
petal float and shimmer in the
street lamp's gentle warming glow.

i cup it in my open palm,
and say softly to myself:

i need to be reminded,
now and again,
to love.

- DBN

and this poem by a new faculty member, posted on his website, reminded me of that Hariharan ghazal...Halka sa ek nasha tha...

'Its Mom you Know'

--
I have been thinking about this
for sometime now,
how drab i have grown,
my lines dried up

Lo-behold they came back to me,
today evening after classes,
with a stick in my hand,
i strolled out for a smoke,

The droplets tried to
run my stick over, but
i tried being fast
outpacing the rains from drenching my smoke

When i caught hold of a chap
seated beside me
talking on the phone
as a lady strolled by

Keeping the person on the phone
waiting, he chatted with her
and when she said, i will catch you
later, you get back to the phone,

He said,
'Its Mom you know..'
a smirk exchanged,
and i wondered, Mom did you know?
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time for 'A Sentence'

its time to be back to life again..celebrating with a poem, writer, Anna Akhmatova, fits my situation well..travel on...

A Sentence
--
And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.

Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again—

Unless . . . Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.
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