An endless stream.. of messages..

কোন্‌ সুদূর হতে আমার মনোমাঝে..
(kon sudur hote..)

An endless stream.. of messages..
Flow.. into.. my heart..
From afar..
words..I occasionally hear..
and.. sometimes fail to..
words secretly.. spoken..
with hushed eloquence..

Ballads that blissfully buzz..
Through my bustle and sleep..
Through tears..
Submerged in a well.. of songs..
Concealed.. in my subterranean.. layers..

Ballads.. that emerge.. and sink..
Skirting untouched shadowy.. coasts..
Of lonely, deep.. seas.. within..

Ballads.. that peak.. and fall..
Like lapping waves..
Woven.. with magical southern drifts..
Matchmakers.. of earth.. and stars..
Crafting my paradise.. on the soil..

Pleasure.. molds with the deepest.. pain..
And teardrops.. whisper..
'This is not what I desire..
Oh no.. this isn't my dream!'..