Transported

It takes her away, so far from me,
The distance grows vast, larger than memories,
Bleakly everything else, goes so wan and pale,
Without her each & every breath of mine seems stale,
I can just stare & cry, for my lack of power over it,
Trying to gather my shattered heart and weakly stand on my feet,
I can't go on then, just fall in a heap with a sigh,
Only answer I want today is, why oh why,
Does it take her away, so far from me,
The distance growing vast, larger than memories.

Sudhu Tumi

Amar kono dosh nei, tobu ami doshi,
Karon ami mone prane sudhu tomaye bhalobashi,
Ami tomake chayina harate, sudhu tomake kachhe rakhte chayi,
Jekhaneyi jao nah tumi jekhaneyi palao, tomay nijer banaboi,
Moner ei torongo toh kokhono ami chayini jagate,
Bhabini emon ondhokar dekhte pabo kokhono probhate,
Tobu tumi nah diteyi niye gele hridoy, fele amaye ei aseemit adhare,
Mone pore jaye sei sob din tumi thakte sudhuyi amar kachhe,
Hoye bondhu hoye sokhi hoye amar moner nibash sundor nirobe,
Kintu sob sesh hoye gelo keno aajo janina,
Aajo ami bhebe jayi ki bhul chhilo amar eka ondhokare...

My True Story of Heartbreak

And it begins now................... But yet to end....

January...
I love her, I really do,
But whether she knows, I haven't got a clue,
I have fallen for her, in this year new,
Just a while ago, after exams before a days few,
I like her hair, I love her style,
I feel so happy, to see her smile,
The butterflies of new love, come to glow inside me,
A feeling all new again, lingering to be my destiny...

February...
This month's Valentine's Day,
But I can't confess my love yet,
For I don't want to startle her with that fact,
And who knows, if I say I might repent,
I shall just wait, and know her some more,
For I am her sands,
And she is my shore...

March...
She is queer with me sometimes,
The reason why I don't even know,
Except that maybe, just maybe,
My feelings for her she already knows,
The teenage love has begun to flow,
I am losing the patience to wait anymore,
I never am neither was so slow,
Especially for such beauties who I fervidly adore...

April...
Love is not easy, when you have studies to do,
And you know that the girl concerned,
Has maybe at last got the clue,
Tensions rise, it makes you sweat,
And when she doesn't respond to your love,
The more you begin to fret,
I just pray to God, that in the end all is well,
Or I else I will feel like, burning eternally in hell...

May...
Exam times are here,
Which I have never feared,
But fear there is in my mind no doubt,
For I am wondering what she will say,
When I tell her about my love today,
And the terror is gradually taking me away,
To place looking bleak, of rejection & heartbreak without hope,
And she said that's the truth, now I wonder how I will cope...

June...
Holidays going on, started after exams in may,
Away from friends for over two months,
I am missing everyone & her so much I can't say,
These wretched days, when will they end,
I tried to talk to her, times a few,
But the replies were same, nothing new,
She won't be there for me ever, she doesn't want to,
Vanquished in love again, I don't know now what to do...

July...
Back to old life, but everything has changed,
Everyone is asunder now, she and all my friends,
Ostracized and alone, here I lie,
The truth refuses to sink in,
That she will never be mine,
Not even as a friend, let alone a lover,
But the feelings refuse to go,
Stuck like forever, in my heart they hover...

August...
We talk almost no more now,
Who started this silence I don't know,
But I am hurt, she isn't even a friend,
And every time I see her, the pain has to grow,
Sufferings in life, for flimsy reasons like this,
Is now seeming immature, but still gives me bliss,
I can't stop thinking of her these days,
And the love so deadly, is still refusing to go away...

September...
The love was going away,
But has returned again stronger,
Oh however much I try to forget her,
In my heart she is always there to linger,
Save me someone,
I don't want to love her anymore,
Save me my dear God,
Save me from loving this one last time...

October...
Exams again soon,
It's been so many days,
I think now I finally know,
For her only I had lost my way,
Time to reverse time,
And make everything alright,
To fix all between me and all,
At least try with all my might...

November...
She is in front of me this moment,
But I forbid my mind to bulge,
My heart tries in vain to forment,
Me to her again as before love,
It's time I feel free,
To sustain and survive,
The eyes are now down on the writing,
Instead of on her as they used to lie...

December...
I know all the gloom will end one day,
All the memories will fade,
All the holes I had felt in pain,
Will be fine, and I hope not remade...

Presently After An Year...
Everything's fine now, had to be someday,
Life goes on to the future, leaving no other way,
I am moving on too, to a future pristine & all new,
The love has realized it's importance,
And those who don't want it, don't get it these days,
I am waiting still, for someone to care for me,
But she won't be that, that I at last know truly,
And I am content with that, for I know the quietus will be well with me...

Anewed

The world becomes new each day,
But we the fools remain old,
We always think that we are perfect,
In the illusion that old is gold...

The world becomes new each day,
But we prefer to remain in yesterday,
Afraid to confront the winds of today,
Hoping in vain for yesterday's sun to give today's hay...

The world becomes new each day,
Still we keep on getting bored,
Oblivious to all the treasured buried of past,
In its soil so perfectly stored...

The world becomes new each day,
It doesn't care whether we evolve with it or not,
It keeps on growing, enriched & mightier,
We are just specks not worth a thought...

The world becomes new each day,
But we will remain old,
Engrossed in useless thoughts & orthodox beliefs,
Until the remnants of our being grow cold...

The world becomes new each day,
And it will continue to do so,
We live to be born, we will be killed,
But the world will never cease to flow...

The world becomes new each day,
And each day hence is a melody,
For jollies new and glee, oh fool!
So why not make it your destiny?

The world becomes new each day,
And can't we become too?
Forgetting the past, dwelling in the present,
Marking the beginning of an era new...

The world becomes new each day,
So come and take rebirth,
Relive the world, its glorious new days,
Right from where everything must start...

The world becomes new each day,
And tomorrow I will become a new soul too,
And you too can relinquish your past sorrows,
For the decision today, is just upto you...

Changing Your Thinking

I have been thinking for some days, that the society needs to change. I know that's not a new thing. Many people say that everyday all over the world. So I didn't say anything new or innovative. But the thing is, although so many people think this, there haven't been any change over the past years. Sure you will say, there have been lots. And many examples too can be provided by you. But in the end, you too will have to agree, our own perceptions and beliefs, are still the same as was with our forefathers, going from generation to generation, unscathed. These principles were taught to us by our parents and grandparents, since when we were children, and consequently we came to the belief that those were of our own, as we forgot that we were in verity told about them.

In today's world, most people who even try to venture out of the flow of the social orthodox thinking, are termed as mad, abnormal, or pretty much anything that is vilifying to them. The definition of this thing: madness, remains the same as was a hundred years ago. And I am not talking about mentally unbalanced conditions here,  that's not my specialty. I am talking about the instances when someone does something even an ordinary thing but in an out of the ordinary way, he is called mad. As simple as that. We don't even think. Just one thought occurs, it's not in accordance with the general social standard, right?? So, his screw is loose. He has mental problems. Going to save the world alone. And off we are, laughing. Little do we realize that from their perception, they are geniuses(may truly be) and we are mad.

There are many such views which need to be dealt with. But the poignant truth is, that no one advances to do so(not even me). And with this note, I accept this is abrupt, and still, I will have to take your leave.