Pujor gondho marattok!

pujotey ami baritey nei
mone amar dukhho sei
london e teo pujo hoi
tobe dekhbar moto temon noi.


ki j kori, ki j kori
eri modhye fb-r barabari
ebar pujo holo naa
tai bole aar jalio naa.

bhallagey naa dhutteri
firle baNchi taratari
anonde chhora likhchhe loke
ami 'as usual' likchhi shoke.

I was callin' since I remember,
But nobody came, but nobody came,
Ain't no party, when partin' alone,
Ain't no party at all.

Bad Weather

I had said that my blogging about London would begin through a change of perceptions. Apparently, they got changed enough not to be reflected in my writings. Nearly a month I have spent here now.

I began with the sun and now I have not but shade.
And I still wonder whether this be a fair trade.
Of life as it were, and life that is now,
Of all the feelings I had, mixed, bad and plain sad,
Now most seem passé.
God doesn’t speak to me anymore.
And there is no sun, just the rain.
It simply doesn’t stop raining.

Bad weather. Bad mood. And an equally bad poem (if one can call it that!). I had given up on two things once; well three to be exact! But two of them haunt me still. And they haunt me bad.

"Wahan kaun hai tera
Musafir,
Jaega jahan!

. . . . . . . . .

Koi bhi teri
Raah na dekhe,
Nayan bichhaye na koi
Nayan bichhaye na koi.
Dard se tere
Koi na tadpa,
Aankh kisi ki na roi
Aankh kisi ki na roi.

Kahe kisko tu mera
Musafir,
Jaege jahan!

. . . . . . . . .

Hai sab ki dekhi,
Hai sab ki jaani,
Haath kisike na aani
Haath kisike na aani.
Kuch tera na mera
Kuch tera na mera,
Musafir,
Jaega kahan."



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