পালিক পড়ুন o পড়ান
Barnali Saha’s poem
The gentle confusion that wrought my soul
My daily night’s sleepless sighs behold
Building castles of dream in colorless blue
I often wish I could demolish and start anew
Hiding from the world I embrace life in me
The bright red rose of longing plays one wonderful tune
And far away as you sleep in peace
I stand alone under a half-mooned sky in restless ease
So deep is the smell of spring this year
My desperate pining soul wishes you near
The indefiniteness of my wondrous thoughts
I know not how to solve the riddle of love
The sweet emotion, the indescribable grace
Falling in love with thy very own self,
Two hearts joined by an intangible embrace
My mind trips over time and my passion stands still
Over your ardor an ephemeral ship it builds
And on dark nights it whispers right
That there is one, one mighty plight
To love, to expire, to love and live
But behind those unambiguous thoughts there is one true thing
That we are two different hearts yet one true being
Can you define that wondrous moment?
When two souls parted to meet once again
Two wounded hearts reluctantly wended
Climbing the walls of destiny they touched and ended
The full blossomed mirth of a happy morrow
Is such a fleeting thought in a world of sorrow
Two lovers, two lives, two beauteous minds
Raveled by the intricate passion of life and death
The heart of man embalmed by treason
Yielding to a grace unheard by reason
As the dead leaves of autumn trampled under their feet
The receding steps of unbounded bliss
Palki 9 @ calcuttans.com/palki – February 14, 2010
পালিক পড়ুন o পড়ান
The very thought of being together once again
More precious than the most expensive jewel ever made
The fleeting colors of the day soared with joy
As the lovers underneath clench and coy
The full bloomed flowers overflow with love
As they see the lips gently touch
The parting kiss, it pained so much
The weariness of the burning days to come
Their clandestine meeting soon ended
In silence they mourned, in silence they deceived themselves
Only the hope to greet the name
Every morn with love and with no shame
Till the days die useless death
And time bring them to the sweet old place
Where vows broken would again be replenished
And lovers parted would meet with divine bliss.
Palki 9 @ calcuttans.com/palki – February 14, 2010