Ghar

Apna aysa ek ghar ho,
Jisme pani ho sabke liye,
Khana ho sabke liye,
Chhat ho sabke liye.

Jahan ho ek ayse zuban!
Jo sabke apne ho,
Sab milke basaye ek sansar,
Jisme na ho koyi bayr.

Apne gharme ho ayse angan,
Jahan sare jahan aake sama jaye,
Jo angan ho ma ke anchal ki tarha,
Saare dukh dard jahan anand ban jaye.

Apna gharme ho ek peyar ke tewhar,
Jnaha peyar ki mehsoos ho har ruh par,
Jnaha apnapan ho pal pal dil par,
Peyar ke diye jalenge har shaam, wo ghar par.

-Debapriya Mukhopadhyay

Myst

Life is going to a new dimension.

searching for new endeavours,

every breath is creating a new oath,

still lips are trying to stop.

Mind is appearing like Phoenix bird,

taking birth from its ashes again,

feathers of wings are yet to grow,

time to fly but time must flow.

What have I learned, is now the past,

What have I planned, is now a myth,

Truth is proven, now its fact,

Searching life, in no mans land.

Memories told about a wise man,

Feather of wings were noble noble causes,

Life is stating the present, born again,

To live, for life, this time, again.

– Debapriya Mukhopadhyay