where I let go of the boats
near the banks of melancholy,
anchored with the rusty sand of time
in the banks of my heart.-
the rain on me feels like his kisses
and the petrichor reminds me
of the scent of love in the air...-
I see a thousand little paper boats
jazzing to the rhythm of wild waves of love
in the rain of your gaze.-
জীবনে কতটা জ্বালা ,কতটা যন্ত্রণা তাই না,
কিন্তু চাঁদের আলোয় বসে
আর ঠাণ্ডা বাতাসের চুমু নিয়ে দুই গালে
জীবনটা সহ্য করা যায় একটু হলেও।-
be a bright and big field of sunflowers
painting smiles on your lips
mellow and yellow,
not some withered rose amid yellow pages
of some old diary.
-
is like you wishing everyday
to see a shooting star
and murmur to yourself,
"I wish he was here !"-
when you laced your
fingers with mine,
weaved love in the air
between our palms that evening.-
where I am sailing
in the wild waves of passion and
the winds dancing to the rhythm
of his name.-