Chinta

chinta amar prio
aamai niye, tomai niye
chinta korar niyom
aami tu mi sesh hole por
prhitbita shuru
tai niye chinta korte
ebar koro shuru
gaaner chinta
kaaner chinta
shohoj bhabe bhaba
chinta korar nanan niyom
jai na bhebe shara
desher chinta dosher chinta
onekei to korche
amar jonno chinta tobe
ke emon korche?
shei niye jei chinta korte
shuru korlam aami
mone holo hothat kore
aami kemon praani
chotto ei goloke
bash kori kichu bochor
chole gelam rowe gelam
bishwo chintai bibhor
taai ki bhabi aami
haashi pai shunle
kona shoman matro prani
manusher chele pule
kintu bhabe bishal kichu
korche she aajkal
bishwo hashe tomra shudhu
dekhecho totkal
amar chokhe tomra shobai
nogonno shob prani
ei roreyecho ei gecho
eto keno kanakani

growing up

hate, love and affection
threads of a similar kind
they jostle and tousle
when intertwined

then as you grow
to know your emotions
and battle it out in the end
its a sweet feel of reunion
when in the end they meld

Pencha

there once was an owl
who blinked every second
and swiveled his head
when ever beckoned

he'd gulp down mice

and be ready in a trice
to hide among robes
and nibble earlobes

oh! how I wish!
you were mine to keep
but you're prettier flying
in the dark and deep