#51 Presence 

Imagine you are there!
But how does it matter?
Even if you stay or leave,
Nothing much changes.

If that is it, think
You are there, but your presence is unfelt.
Surrounded by a lot of voices, others
There is work, there is soul, there is authority above.

Does it change anything though?

Probably it does.
As long as the authority is established,
An invisible target shall stand in front.
I will stand by to aim my feelings
Wiping away staleness, wiping fear, losing all.

Let the heart lose today,
She will arrive there when the time is right.

#50 লিলুয়া বাতাস 

এক যে ছিল সে বসে, একা
চোখ ফিরিয়ে নিও না,
হাত ধরবে কি তার সূর্যাস্তের সময়?

দিন নেই রাত নেই
বসে বসে সে ভাবে পাবে কি তোমায়
পাগল সে তোমার তরে এখনও।

মায়া কাড়ে সব
জীবনের খোলস থাকে শুধু
ভেসে চলে আঁধারের যাত্রী কোন অজানায়!

তোমার ছবি থাকে তার মনে
ছায়ার ওপর ছায়া পড়ে অস্তিত্বের আড়ালে
কখনো কি ভেবেছ এই আকাশ শেষ কোথায়?

দূরে সরে যেতে যেতে
কাছেও আসা যায়
যদি মন চায়, কোনো এক সীমানায়!

আকাশ বাতাসে আশা গড়া
শহর প্রান্তর থেকে বেরিয়ে,
পৃথিবী ছেড়ে কোথায় লুকোতে?

চোখের পাতায় ছুয়ে দিলে
কাটেনি বিস্ময়
এ যে এক স্বপ্ন সত্যি হবার গল্প।

তারার আলোয় হারাবে তাকে
যেখানে ফেলে আসা,
সাগর পারে পায়ের ছাপের ভিড়ে।

শুকনো ফুল ঝরবে যখন
বুকের ভেতর জ্বলবে আগুন
সে শুধু তোমার অপেক্ষায়।

স্মৃতির সাথে মিশে যায় জীবন
দুফোঁটা জল আজ আর আসেনা
মেঘ শুধু আসে আর যায়, বৃষ্টি আনেনা।

সে বসে থাকে,
একা পথে খুঁজে ফেরা পুরোনো দিন
লিলুয়া বাতাস, মন পড়ে থাকে সেথায়।
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#48 Enchanté 

Move far away after love, so forlorn
Gone, still the heart says no to it,
The vessel of wishes would keep on searching
Still I cannot make the ends meet.

Whenever I stand in front of you
Oh, I cannot speak my dreams
When I am away, I only wish for you.

Torn were all the accessories
Of my feelings hidden behind the futility
Time flowed countless, fairytales wiped away.
Still to get back again I pray.

Dreams are tied by kite strings
Turning musically some things said
Submissive this fancy
Not some pages from a story,
Still in dreams I wish, an entreaty.

What has sailed away should be forgiven
This lovely hellish enchant; but myself, I lose in her.
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#47

I feel so powerless, lost within myself
No, I cannot change a thing,
Even what I feel is left unexpressed.

You have been in touch
With your soul and so much more
But you don’t see a simple truth
That without you I am nothing else.

The moonlight catches on all the lies
We said we could live apart!
But I stare outside for a sign,
You look at your phone for a message to arrive.

Were we so different from each other when we met?
Or did we distance ourselves then
In fear of losing ourselves
And confusing what we left.
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#46 Mirror of Colours

Tearing through the haze smirks a shout
A whirling run makes life a lot less complicated
What was together from the start
Has now gone away in two different ways.

Starting at the night the fears become stronger
Loneliness feels less lonely, at least one companion
The pillow doesn’t get wet, they think I have matured.
Only if people knew how bad it hurts to pretend and live.

The mossy undergrowth has decided to cover the scars
Can the light pass through the broken glasses just the same?
Tonight a few drops rain again from the sky,
Wind will blow, time starts healing once more.

Feelings cannot be seen through the eyes,
They can be painted by heart and realised.
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#45 When Flowers Die

When the sun glitters across the rain washed horizon
When I feel lonely to even walk away.

The stars might have seen me many a times peeking
But I have not been able to look up since then.

There is a time when flowers dry,
Sky darkens and the day ends in tears.

Life is so very different now that memories remain,
Of scents vanished forever of all happinesses that had been.

Nights went in solitude while I sat with my shadow
Cast on walls talking to each other but not me.

The tree creeper wrinkles round,
Pain, is who decides to be my only mate.

Feelings have left, I am caged. I want to escape, life doesn’t let.
What I was before, I still wish to be.
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#44 Numbness, a bit.

Walk out of here,
Remember the times we spent together!

The last curling smoke
The feelings of the life before.

The broken glasses and the shattered dreams
Are not the only things that broke.

Walking over is painful
Knowing you don’t have a fault is killing me more.

Holding hands this long
Memory is a rope that now hangs me till death.

Known long enough,
To forget will take this lifetime.

How do you see my tears,
In the pouring rain?
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