Listened to a Bengali song sung by Rashid Khan...from 'Tara' (2010).
"Megh jome ache mono-kone
Tumi elena bole bristi o pore ni
Bishad hase anmone
Ami bose vabi, jonaki r sathe
Tara jole majhraate
Smriti gulo haase, sorot er kaash e
Elomelo nishwas e
kara jano ase, proti majhraate
Ochena laage mukh gulo
Ghum venge uthhe, mrittu ke bujhe
Ei jibon thomkalo
Tumi elena bole bristi o poreni
Bishad hase anmone
Megh jome ache mono-kone..."
How can I convince myself that we are not going to meet forever?
Miss her a lot. Badly. Both as a friend and a person who liked her a lot.
Don't know why I come back time and again here and mourn about people who didn't care about me. Maybe someday I'll be famous and those people will know about my feelings and regret their decisions.
What a bad imagination by the way.
Times are tough. And for once again, I am alone.
Welcome home. This is where you belong. This loneliness. It's your only companion. And eventually, it will kill you inside.
The last words told by her remained symbolic, and ironic, in a way.
"Maybe I should just go..."
She came in just like that, in a way that amazed me, in a way bringing a whole different view of this world to me...and when she went away, that part of the world went away with her.
People will come, and go. And yet we remember a few persons whom we want to forget strongly...but maybe the love for them doesn't want us to make their memories perish from our lives.
I still love that little mole at your right cheek. And the person who carried it.
"Megh jome ache mono-kone
Tumi elena bole bristi o pore ni
Bishad hase anmone
Ami bose vabi, jonaki r sathe
Tara jole majhraate
Smriti gulo haase, sorot er kaash e
Elomelo nishwas e
kara jano ase, proti majhraate
Ochena laage mukh gulo
Ghum venge uthhe, mrittu ke bujhe
Ei jibon thomkalo
Tumi elena bole bristi o poreni
Bishad hase anmone
Megh jome ache mono-kone..."
How can I convince myself that we are not going to meet forever?
Miss her a lot. Badly. Both as a friend and a person who liked her a lot.
Don't know why I come back time and again here and mourn about people who didn't care about me. Maybe someday I'll be famous and those people will know about my feelings and regret their decisions.
What a bad imagination by the way.
Times are tough. And for once again, I am alone.
Welcome home. This is where you belong. This loneliness. It's your only companion. And eventually, it will kill you inside.
The last words told by her remained symbolic, and ironic, in a way.
"Maybe I should just go..."
She came in just like that, in a way that amazed me, in a way bringing a whole different view of this world to me...and when she went away, that part of the world went away with her.
People will come, and go. And yet we remember a few persons whom we want to forget strongly...but maybe the love for them doesn't want us to make their memories perish from our lives.
I still love that little mole at your right cheek. And the person who carried it.
Aee gaanta ki shundor..kokhuno shuni ni kintu akhun shunte chai..
ReplyDeleteWhatever you have written is like a void in your heart which can never be filled up..but yeah a greater love on the other side of the heart has to be placed up to atleast curb the loneliness till some extent..
Ya listen to it if u have time.
ReplyDeleteI am listening and from then on..it hasn't stopped.. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's really nice..