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

Snigdha- the peaceful compenion

Tare ami shudhai barebar,
Kotha hote asho tumi? kothay Tomar ghor?
Niruttore opolok thako tumi cheye,
Smitohasse probesh koro, hridoy majhare.

Suprobhat e bhorai tomar, snigdho kore mon,
Patar fnake robir kiron, kore anuranan,
Madhukar shonay aji bhromor gunjoron,
Swetkorobi gnatha malay tobo alonkoron.

Swetbosona chondro aji dholiche fule fule,
Rikto hoste prarthana roto, sikto elochule,
Modhur dhwoni gunjorilo praner antorale,
Peet bostre archanile prosad dile tule.

– Debapriya Mukhopadhyay