Many a time I eavesdrop

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aami kaan petey roi (audio)

Many a time I eavesdrop at the distant gates of my own heart
Who is it, that mysterious dweller
The one whose secrets I so wish to hear
Many a time I strive to hear
The story behind the laughter and tears

There it is, the bee wanders from it’s path in quest of a hidden flower
Which bird is it that sings alone at night in a darkness sans friend
Many a time I strive to hear

Who is he to me, who knows
A bit do I glimpse of his glow
A bit more I guess and gauge
Even less do I realise

Oftentimes his missive finds expression in my speech;
His words come to me wrapped in melody of song
Many a time when I listen in quiescence

(Another version by Anandamayee Majumdar)

I hover at the door of my heart
listening to who lives there
to her happiness and her hurt.

Bees raptly seek
a strange blue lotus.
A nameless bird sings 
alone in the dark.

How we belong, I can't be sure.
Sometimes I glimpse her light
sometimes, it’s just a feeling
the rest remains unclear.

Does she speak through me, sometimes?
She sends her messages as songs.