RAAT JAGA TARA

Chilam boshe ami
Durer pane cheye
Shei nishstobdho raater ondhokare
Hotat pelam dekha tomar
Chile je tumi amar pane cheye
Amari je tumi raat jaga tara

Tomar mukher opor chilo je ek Shitol chowa
Jokhon gele tumi chole e prithibi chere
Ajo ache shei shitolota tomar oi halka alor bhitor
Kandche amar mon ajj jar chowa peye
Bojho ki tumi shekotha
Ogo amar raat jaga tara….

Aj tumi tara hoe acho ei birat kayar maje
Amar theke aj hajar lokho krosh dure
Tobu jani acho tumi ajo amaderi maje
Amar prottek muhurter bhitor
Amari mathar upor
Amar raat jaga tara hoe

Raater ei gobhir ondhokare
Hascho amar pane cheye
Koto kotha jeno bolcho amae bhalobeshe
Shudhu bhashatai jeno alada ajj
Parchi na je bujhte ami kichui
Hajaro cheshta kore
Duti chokhbhore jol asche chole aj
Muche ki debe na tumi ogo
Dhorbe na ki aj buker majhe tene
Ogo amar bhalobashar raat jaga tara

Raater ondhokare nirbikar
Jokhon ami tondrar kole
Chupi chupi dekho tumi amae raater ondhokare
Mathar kache boshe chupti kore, alor kiron die,
Alokito kore rakho amar mukh khani

Aj ar nei tomar dewa shithir lal shidoor
Na ache ranga tip khani aj amar kopale
Ache khali kannar chowa duti galer upor
Pao ki dukho tumi amar aj ei roop dekhe?
Hat barie bhore dite chao na ki ar ekbar shei amar shithir shidoor?
Bolo na amae ogo amar shob
Ogo amar raat jaga tara

Majhraate ghum bhenge dekhi jokhon bichanar pane
Tumi nei tate , acho tumi shei kalo akasher majhe
Ekhono amar pane cheye
Dekhi jokhon ami phire takie
Meghera tokhon nieche tomae dhore ghire
Monta boro bekul hoe pore hotat kore
Bhabi kali boshe boshe
Jabe ki tumi abar amae chere
Ekla kore die .
Ogo amar moner manush
Ogo amar raat jaga tara………

read if u understand bengali......

Shokal eto misti dekhi ni agey
Shobar mukhe ache se khushir chowa
Shobai chae amake nie thakte mete aj
Shey dinta je khali amar ar tomar

Bhorer aloye, dodhikormar doodher shadhe acho kali tumi
Amar holde sarir ronge ache tomar bhalobashar rong meshano
Gaye holuder sathe ache koto khela ar tomar chowa
Shakha ar pola amar hate bole je ami khali tomar
Ogo shuncho edin je khali amar ar tomar
Koto adorer majhe boro hoe othar shei din gulo aj jabe pichone roe

Koto alo koto rong shobar mone
Ei niei ashbe shedin shajher alo pore
Amar shey biyer shaje opekhar proti muhurto hobe tomari jonne
Mone khali ekta khushi ar bethar misron
Shondhe jokhon ashbe nebe , ulur dhonir modhe die
Boron kore anbe tomae amar ma
Darie acho tumi shei sarir tole dekhbe bole amae ekti bar….
Shei pan patar phaker theke amar duti chokh
Koto kotha koto mojar bhitor hobe amader mala bodol
Lokeder anagona barbe jokhon , tokhon hobe amar konna dan
Shobar majhe tomar hate tule debe baba amar hath

Tar porerta holo shob meyer shopner muhurto
Mathae jokhon porbe shey kapor dahka,
Moner bhitor uthbe koto tufan
Abar shonkher dhoni ar ulur kolaholer bhitor korbe jokhon tumi shidoor daan
Ami holam shei muhurto theke tomar , shudu tomar
Lal shei ronger bhitor theke uthbe koto shopner taan
Amar shajer rong bere jabe hajar gun khali die shei lal shidoor

Raat nambe ashbe amar bashor raat
Hashi thatta die bhore jabe shobar mon
Koto khela koto kotha
Ei nie shesh hobe bela

Ashbe ek notun din
Shobai ke kandie die jabo jokhon ami chole
Dhore tomar duti haat
Amar pranta thakbe oi barite pore
Shei mayer kole adorer bhitor

Mukhtule chaibo jokhon dekhbo ek notun dunia,
Notun lok notun icha, notun opekha
Aj ar nei shei barir adda
Khali ache tomar amar jiboner poth chola.

SPRING

The cuckoo is crying high and low
The rain has swept the dust of sin
Away from the face of earth that glows
The drowsy sun that peeps from behind the cloud
Leaving the bright lights to flow

The trees are green with blossom
The miracle of spring is here
The colours are vivid all around
The flowers are dancing all with glee
The crimson hue is about to fall

All at peace with the weather so nice
The winter is at a distance from all
Happiness is all that flows in air
Moves slowly up to the human brain
The bees are humming
Over the hives their ritual song

Now here the dusk is nearing us
The flow turns from work to fun
The dresses the maidens wear, are of colours so bright
With blush of pink on their cheeks
The music is high in the air, makes every one swing with it
The young men of the country side looks so dashing with their hat so high
The twinkle in their eyes reflects, the dimples of their maidens cheek
The oldies talk of wine and dine

The ladies with their stitching in hand
Talks of gossips that prevails
The kids are all playing around
Out of breath with the games they play

Time so gala and so full
Are the guest of few days
Merrier are they the better it seems
Before the winter falls and lay….

still waiting.........

The wind that blows low and cold is there blowing outside the window
The darkness is darker than the night
Small drops are flowing from high above
The sound of the sky is loud and frightening
The smell of earth in my nostril
Pulls me down to the meadows so green

Now I see the grasses reaching up to my waist
Sways with the wind in grace
The fall is in and brown leaves all around
The trees are bare and waits patiently for the spring
The sky is clean and everything sings
As the chill is about to come and ruin all the fun
Here am I between all
It feels so light and about to fly
Small yellow flowers are still at bloom
They look so pretty as they smile up to the sky

Again I return to the hustle of life
Night is falling so am I
Once again the slumber takes me in
And the nature is still kept waiting…………..