the evening touch

a winter evening..the sun had already set..and there lay no reddish tinge in the western sky..the grey veil of the evening slowly dropping in….somewhere nearby a song from a recent flim played on..the half done construction of a building nearby,stood alone….a white ambassador waited at the office door to carry the boss back to his family….far way,at the horizon,birds flew… I saw two minute feathers floating mid way in the air….. I smelt the burning coals,as the smoke curled up from a nearby hut,…..my fingers intertwined as I sighed silently….at the municipal corporation nearby,I heard someone bang the door shut….i saw officers and politicians dressed in white,leaving for their homes…

the room lights in all the neighbouring houses started coming into life…..to warm the approaching cold night……I piled up all the dried up clothes hanging in the verandah,………and walked back to my room…………

-swasTIKA

To stitch into

the stitches of my torn life..

A faint hope,

licking the morning dust,

does survive…

-swasTIKA

Megher guro..cloud dust

Haath duti pete dao..mor jibon niye nao

Ki koribo mor e jibon niye?

Harano sei sur-e taal ki debe tumi-----

Debe na toh,batash ke boite diyo na tumi,

Ki jani-----------chokher jol hariyejai jodi___

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((Haste toh dao tumi,kajol makha noyon ke

Kadte pare na jokhon ranga duti thot)) (2)

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Shithai kobhu hosto pore na tomar

Pran chahe tobu oshru gore na amar

Goriye dao tumi ei koti din k

Prithibir opare na hole,dekha hoibe ki kore___

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((Shondher akashe,chokh dube batashe

Megh ghono ghono hoi,bhoi hoi brishti hoi

Angon bhije jabe amar,tomai porbe mone abar)) (2)

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Chaichi na toh,chaichi na toh,

Mone korte oi koti din k..

Ure beriye,ghure tomar ochoitonno hridoye..

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Akashe gorjon,buke borshon__

__kotha koite esechile tumi,

Aj keno asho na,mon k keno hashao na..

Oshru je hashte chai amar___

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Dukhho kono neiko amar,

Dukhho keno hoibe abar..

Bhalo jokhon besechi tomai..

Aponar-e bhalobashai,aponar-e hridoy gelo bhore

Bagan-er joto shada papri,shob-e gelo jhore….

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Baire brishti ami shunbo,

Na tomai oshru-brishti sonabo…

Ki koribo,bhebe pailam kotha…___

-swasTIKA

The whooshing car splattering muddy water..

Gliding past familiar places..

The cycle bells(of friends) calling me out..

The anticipated night call from a friend..

Counting the number of b’day wishes received..

Becoming insane at times..

Indulging in remorseful activities..

Or sneaking in a story book under the quilt..

Dreaming of slushy molten chocolate..

Smell of pizzas,burning the mucosa of stomach..

Endearing desires..

Secret wishes..

Glum face on result day..

Rejoicing on baby-brother’s b’day..

Fighting for a ride on the merry-go-round..

Comparing with others..

Envying small sister..

Hankering for colourful candies..

Hiding a crush..

Feeling faint,after a prolonged sports practice..

Worrying about tanned skin..

Ignoring mom’s yellings..

Mom dragging me to feet,from bed,in the morning..

Gazing at the blue sky and feathered clouds..

Trying to count the no. of stars in night sky..

Freaking over some gorgeous dress..

Attempts to make maggi all alone..

Dreading the dark of the night..

Tuning into my fav radio station…

Hiding a tear..

Struggling for one marks increase in answer-script..

Life goes on….there’s always something more to life…

-swasTIKA