CHORADER BIPLOB

drft...wud






chora gulo
chora churi kochee





frastu khachee

kochi to.
tai ar ki

ghete acchee




bhokchee...




tai chocchori tey muri ghonto.







half pant dombondo
khirki !







bhulbhal...abantor





buro gulo ha..




bhimri !
kha !




pantaloon chere tai kacha





na hole kisher biplov bacha !!!







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Celebrating two complete years as a teacher.Actually learning from the young and restless.
ooooooPPPssss !!!! HOW I love this Gandus ...No really GR8 being with them.
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LULLABY

drft...wud


She sang me a lullaby
all through the night
with all the knights
& their bloody lore
lifeless..on straws ,on floor
in cold slumber
or in thunderous snore

On her lap did I lye
no I didn’t die
jus pretended a sleep
she kept humming endlessly
sleepless
She did’nt care to pour her soul out,
into the still dead night


She didn’t even shy to unfold her wings
She took my dusty head
She did care
to give it her lap
guard the night’s lamp
with her long dark hair
her wings
in slow swing
gave in a soothing air


No
I did’nt dare a stare
Could’nt afford her a scare
I took it all in sly
For away she might fly
Taking away that lullaby
I wanted to hear all night
She made me so calm
Felt so sure and strong
I wanted her to sing till the dawn



So when the day breaks into a war
I can have my sabers drawn
Take down all those wrongs
Take all the blows & all the old scars
Opening ugly again
Change ma destiny ! change ma stars !
So that ma fairy reigns.
…………………..
As For now her soul she transfuses into thee
As she sings me a lullaby.


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CRIMSON ON GRAY

drft...wud.

when theres crimson on gray
when light and dark plays
a game
of fore gone conclusions
like my dame.
you know it had been a day.
waitng for another resurrection.

Nothing gonna stay
like the tourtured rays
night and day
fade away ! fade away !
only to make a way
in
Again & again
Like my dids
Like my sins

REALITY IS
to fade away
to come in
again & again
like my dame
like my dids
like my
sins.

CRIMSON ON GRAY