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“Dilon mein tum apni betaabiyan leke chal rahein ho, toh zinda ho tum..
Nazar mein khwaabon ki bijliyan leke chal rahein ho, toh zinda ho tum..

Hawa k jhokon k jaise aazad rehna seekho -
Tum ek dariya k jaise lehron mein behna seekho..
Har ek lamhe se tum milo khole apni baahein,
Har ek pal ek naya samaa dekhe nigahein..

Jo apni aankhon mein hayraniyan leke chal rahein ho, toh zinda ho tum -
Dilon mein tum apni betaabiyan leke chal rahein ho, toh zinda ho tum…”


Yours is the language of the smile.. one that be comprehended by all..
and mine.. mine is the madness of the pen.. tending to this social circus’ curtain-call..
May the odds be ever in your favour, and may that smile never die..
And if you struggle to find a reason, let me be the reason for a while..

I give you a balconyful of moonlight and buckets of starlit evenings,

and skies of rain to stream down your cupped hands..
May you hold them close, as the emotions stir & swim inside you –
May they be the contours of your happiness, may you always do what your heart demands..

Toke dilaam shokaal byala’r shishir-bheja ghaash,

Tokei dilaam sheet-er diin-er unun ghyasha aanch..
Tui nili prothom brishti’r diin-er shobuj-ronga paata –
R tor jonnoi ei onek kotha olpe’r moddhye bola ei kobita..

Jodi toke r ektu kom shundor dekhte hotoh,

r tor haashi-ta r ektu kom dushtu hotoh,
Tahole hoytoh ei kobita’r tui r aashol tui ekii hotoh..


Nahole, tor nikhhut chhobi aankte boshe emon shahosh kaar?
Toke niiye kobita lekhar aashpordhaa khoma korish aamar...