Revisiting sound of Music

Passing through the by-lanes of memory.
Sound of Music guided me through the rutted paths.
Where a sheer ice-scream was a possession.
The reverberating experience of child hood.
Held me unaware.
Now I sit as a grand mother lilting with the music.

Life is transient.
But the experience continues.
Memory plays with the shades of music.
That we have no time to hear.

ASHAR ALOO

Ashar jhalok bhorie dilo.
Mujchhe dilo dhuko gulo.
Bhore dilo modre prane.
Notun anek Swapno guchho

Din kate besh hasir mukhe

The Innocent Flame

She has come like a little flame to our abode.
A flame that is sanctimonious.
A flame that lighten's up each nook and crannies of our hearth.
A flame that dispells all gloom.

She is like an Ursa Major..
That brightens up a star spangled sky.
A flame that glows in the temple amidst the fragrance of incense.

She is the Life, The soul.
A harbinger of happiness.
The one in whom reverberates the tune of our song.
Irresistibly drawn to her at all times.
She is our Dhun-ka