Give me a layover to seat the world

Bhubono jora ashono khani 

ভুবনজোড়া আসনখানি

Give me a layover
to seat the world 
the stars by night, 
the sun by day,
tapestries of shade and light,
every poetry in the sky.

Give me every tune
from the cosmic lute.

Make every tremor
of joy and sadness
every touch of 
flower and thunder 
show me your grace.

Vein of lightning

দেখা না-দেখায় মেশা হে বিদ্যুৎলতা

Dekha na-dekhay mesha he (audio: Suchitra Mitra)

Vein of lightning,
A sudden sight,

An image lost and found,
You charge the storm with a reeling presence 

You induce an ambling agony.

Struck with anonymous passion

The storm becomes a seeker,

Drifting, delving, near and far.

You flash, content to watch it rove
With silent laughter.

The sky deepens, the river wedges

Waves in a vehement quest

With nameless desires,
Dreams, unrealized.

The arbors press against the sky

Embracing despair,

Tears of suffering 
Hovering in the horizon.

A blissful lilt

 মধুর মধুর ধ্বনি বাজে

Modhuro modhuro dhoni baje

A blissful lilt in the lotus pond

of my own heart ..

My secret muse .. my diva

sits quietly playing her lute.

Her music blends her missives into timelessness..

She paints images bathed in gold..

Somewhere beyond my heart..

In a timeless cycle of succulence.

With every breath a cuckoo .. 

submerges me with her songs..
My being inhales the aroma like a honey bee.

And drunkenly surrenders at her feet.

Come my goddess 
Let me gaze at you in unblemished light.
Manifest beyond the abstract.
Let me feel your tangible presence 
beyond this pleasurable .. somber allusion.