And here I find myself standing,
Alone in the all too empty rail station,
Not a single soul in sight,
Not even a single homeless person seeking shelter from the cold, cold night,
Not even a stray dog curled up on the benches...
I've always thought that railway stations have been symbolic of my life,
Where there's only two choices that you have,
You either decide to explore for a while,
Mingling with the people you meet along the way,
Or you just hop on,
and move onwards,
No looking back...
Then why is it that tonight that the heart wishes for a third branch in the road,
Why is it that the mists twist and curl around my ankles,
Almost alive, slithering and slink...
Words get lost in the white noise of my mind,
A cacophony reigns, of joy, of awe, of terror,
Words get lost, and still on I toil,
Diligently scraping pieces together,
Refusing to give up,
Refusing to let go,
Of the infinite beauty in the universe,
That I found in your eyes,
Which I am yet to see...
At times, I am a spectre,
Ceasing to exist at all;
I think you only exist,
When you're in another's thoughts,
And thus, at times I'm a spectre,
There's a freedom in being lost like this,
Here, you can be anything,
Letting go of the sadness,
That makes a home in your gut,
And will never let go,
Letting go of the hope,
That burns through your veins,
There's a freedom...
This is the first time that I'm actually writing a letter to you. Not because I don't want to, but because when it comes to you, I always find myself falling short of words... It's our second valentine's week in love, and even though there's no real difference in how much I love you than any other day of the year, I believe love must always be reiterated, expressed over and over and over again... Like the fervent prayers of a drowning soul... And I do drown, oh how I drown: in your eyes, your words, your soul...
And so, I write to you, this extremely inadequate letter. Hoping it will put a little smile on your lips nonetheless. I write to you, hoping you'll understand just how mu...
And I'll walk away,
Like the last leaf of autumn,
In a last blaze of colours,
To last you through the winter.
Floating softly on the gentle breeze,
As I finally let go...
I’ll wait (or the discarding of my masks)...
And I’ll wait,
Wait for that moment,
When the masks can finally be discarded,
When I can finally be myself,
Unapologetically, gloriously myself...
For the day,
When my deepest feelings,
They won’t have to hide,
Among the fading pages of my diary,
When unsaid words must no longer be written in my poems,
Lest they drive me mad with their silent eloquence,
When my silence will finally be read...
Too much to hope for?
Maybe it is...
Who has cared in all these years?
And why should someone do so now,
All of a sudden...
But, this mad heart yearns,
Yearns, to be loved,
To not having to mind what it says,
Some Unsaid Words (Love letters of the misfit)...
Why is it
that I'm so afraid of losing
what is not even mine?
Just whence is it
that you gained so much power
over mine puny heart?
when you opened up your heart to me,
and told me a bit of your story?
Or was it
because of the way that you,
with your infinite patience & tenderness,
coaxed me out of my shell?
I know not....
I know only this,
that somewhere along the way,
you silently crept into a nook of my heart,
filling it up with memories,
making it your very own……
And I know,
that every moment you’re not here by my side
is like a constant, throbbing ache,
like I’m missin...
Aaj monta janina ki holo, aageo to brishti hoyechhe,
Aageo to aakashe megh ghoniye ondhokar korechhe,
Aageo to brishtir tapur-tupur rinijhini bajiyechhe janlar upor,
Tobe aaj keno ogochore nirob osrudhara basha bedhechhe chokher koner upor?
Brishtir joler fotara aageo to ebhabe nodir moto janlar kaach beye nemechhe,
Tobe aaji keno hridoy erom mon kharaper neshaye mete uthhechhe?Keno smritir tukroguli aina-r bhanga kaacher moto buke bidhchhe?Na lekha chithira, na bola kothara keno aaj hothat sudhochchhe.....
Ki hoto, ki hoto jodi sedin sahosh korti?- janina, bakyohin ami nijeke harai,
Abar smritir mayajaale, abar ogochorei shei modhur kataaguli parai...
Tobe aaj katagulo bedhe na, tikt...
It’s midnight right now, and the stars twinkle bright outside the window... I really don’t know, why I am writing this right now... If I will even send it to you, or whether it will join the countless numbers of letters thrown away unseen... But something’s killing me from within tonight, a dead weight pressing against my heart, making it hard for me to breathe tonight... How many nights do I have to cry myself to sleep? The powerlessness, utter helplessness nothing, absolutely nothing seems to go your way.....The bleak, looming spectre of the future looms large.... I see others my age already sorted out in their minds, clear about what they wanna do with their lives, where they see themselve...
Thaak, aaj nahoi ar kichhu nai ba bollum.......
Nahoi aaj nirob e chokher bhasha porar koshto tuku korlei tumi.....
Khub beshi chaoa hoye gelo ki?
Kokhono toh ekktu cheye dekh ei mukher dike.....
Bojh na ektibar e choker nirob akulota,
E hridoyer byakulota?
Jani bujhbi ne, tai thaki nirobe cheye ami.....
Thaak, aaj nahoi ar nai ba kichhu bollem.......
First of all, thanks for letting me know of this wonderful app/website!! It really is amazing!
How are you doing? Hope you are enjoying the holidays.
There's a song I want to hear. It's called "Longing" from the album 'Winds of Samsara' by Ricky Kej & Wouter Kellerman.
Listen to it & let me know how you like it.