Aamar Bhanga Pather Raangaa Dhulaay

In the razed path, that saunters to me, on the ochre dust, there lie her footfalls!

A petal or two is spread out from the garland that girdled her.

When she came furtively, there was no jingle, not a tad of clink-

But she went away and I knew then…

It is she, or who else would make my eyes flooded with tear!

The tender light was softly radiant then, at the day break.

The petals covered the way.

And the spring with all its hues made his presence felt

I had waited and waited, in my frustrated hut, hopelessly, for a missive-

I would leave for good, leave today, carrying my threadbare soul…

 (Aamar Bhanga Pather Raangaa Dhulaay by Rabindranath Tagore)

Why ? is not this a democratic country...political pimps must ever rule the roosts? Phony wimps.

Notice to Arvind Kejriwal: Such an odious sissy stance and over reaction by the parliament brass, which smacks of a showbiz of a proactive attitude can never take the issue far. Whose Parliament, our august and Hon'ble parliament is? Is it someone’s inheritance? Parliament does not mean the gargantuan building...we have selected a few amongst us and have sent them to be our representative, and despite all we , try our level best to show regards to the parliamentarians, and they enjoy the right of raising 'privilege motion'...I think, that as it is a  republic and democracy, people should be bestowed with the power to recall the MP of their choice, if s/he fails to execute sufficient and satisfactory works...if 2/3rd people or something like that of a Loksabha Kendra want...the MP should be forced to resign and a fresh election should be conducted. I am fully aware that a by election would involve wastage of money and country’s resources, but it would be faux pas if this is not localized. After we have selected one among us, s/he won't assume a 'holier than thou' air and must be at the beck and call of his/her parliamentary section, if the parliament is not in a session. Being an MP or a minister does not necessarily imply that, "All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others"... they are there to cater our needs, problems or impediments. This should be strongly adhered to if the country wants to be known as a welfare state. One must remember that an MP's tenure is a maximum 5 years...and after that if s/he refrains from contesting or is defeated, s/he must ride the same bus with us, so never demean your voters, they are not only some machines that walks to the booth, enduring or braving scorching sun or torrential rain and pushes a button like an automated gadget. Are the parliamentarians from Mars or from some paradise like impeccable, sinless shores? If need be and the people of this country orders, the laws must be amended.

When you stand silently, faraway

Where the meandering road takes a turn

The moments of caressing you…

Bewilders me, in an exotic spell

I dart to that far-flung, distant deep

I dash to that elusive fervour

Are you a mirage dream or a long way away pole star!

When the sun’s luminous droplet spreads itself upon the ear of the paddy

I sprint to that horizon

I scurry, pervaded by ecstasy

Are you the forgotten poems?

The moments of caressing you…

Bewilders me, in an exotic spell

(La la la…la laa laa la la!)- 

A slapdash  translation of Sahar's band "Nirabey Doorey"

সেই দিন এই মাঠ স্তব্ধ হবেনাকো জানি –
এই নদী নক্ষত্রের তলে
সেদিনও দেখিবে স্বপ্ন –
সোনার স্বপ্নের সাধ পৃথিবীতে কবে আর ঝরে়? 
- জীবনানন্দ দাশ


 Even on the day of my bidding adieu, this bustling field won’t be quiet

This river under the twilight star

Would continue to dream its dream-

When, when from us, the  pine for ‘what is not’, took a brief leave?

পৃথিবীর সব ধব্বনি সব রং মুছে গেলে পর

উড়ুক – উড়ুক তারা হ্র্দয়ের শব্দহীন জ্যোৎসনার ভিতর

After all the dins are gone, after the hues and tints of the frenzied world are rubbed off

Let there be a flight, let them soar - amid the quiet moon soaked inner sanctum of the heart…

If  I, if I,  never know him….would he, would he beacon me…today , when love is in the air, …whisper sweet strains to my blooming buds…would he tint the flowers with his own hue, and reign over their hearts and sway  the green leaves…wake me up by knocking at my heart’s door…would not he…? I’ld never know, never…would he come across me? 

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