"four years passed"

On the roof top tonight
we mournfully celebrate.
With the smoke rising
from our breath, of
tobacco burning at
the tip and all the glasses
of loneliness filled to
brim with liquor of
friendship.

Through this mist i
peep into this dark night.
Only to see our days
twinkling in those blur stars.
All friends as we sit not a
word to utter, lost in this
night all those songs we sang,
all moves we danced,
even tears all dried out.

Tonight we recall in our eyes
how we came alone to this moor,
we became friends once and
vowed to live in it forever.
These four years, how we climbed
hills of laws, theories and principles.
Crossed the vallies of
experiments and experiences.
Plunged into murky waters
of uncertainty, instability and
complete jeopardy.
Again we flew up into sky
of superstitious affairs.
We engineered it all and
we survived this quagmire.

But then where, where to
begin this end.
Its only now, let me sing
the pebbles of glory we
gathered, all balls we
played. Over that green
field lets scatter them all.
To those strings we
plucked and drums that
rolled, the waves we created
let them mingle in the wind.

Where... !, i ask where
are the laughters and
giggles that echoed,
in classrooms and halls
and corridors, yes all
vanished into these walls forever.

Like all Illiads and Odysseys,
our legacy in hands of time
tonight we offer.
We know tomorrow maybe
brighter, yet much more
lonely it shall be.

mukti

Desperately dangling midst some
travelling problem of mind all it matters.
Boringly walking high hills of hope
and down past vallies of dreams
unfulfilled. Handsome they said,
whein I marched in, only some
discouraging days in hands i carried.
Cherbs cannot sing no glory for
them i have been. Those bells do
ring but the cupid i have never seen.
Walking still for my bones they
don't rust and my mind not
a vintage vase. That mirror
laughs at the rugs I wear, yet
for them my shadow has the
pride. There's no beast that I
ride on, but my shoes they
envy upon. Zealously I
walk with those. They have
a word for people like me
FREEDOM they say.

Ximahin Hepah

pal du pal koi
prati pale aaguwai
jibon potharot hahir
ali tuli.

prati natun arunor
xunuwali pohorot
gotir deuka xazi
ura maru aakaxot.

dawaror dolisar pora
hori pora baraxunor topal
jen ramdhenur rangere
nasi furim.

unmad botahot bawali
hoi, kuxume kuxume
bagori fura mou makhir
bhin-bhin xurore.

eyare ananta dhou tuli
niraakar agnir tapot
tejal hoi gautomr akriti
gahri loi, roi jaam xamoir
sakut jiliki.

mur monor hima bisari
ati bidekhi bhaxat
axomi hurere tuki
dilu ejak hapun dithakot.