She is my sunrise, Sadiya!.
In the beautiful sun hot,
she is like the icy.
In the mid-afternoon,
she is the sweetest air to breathe.

And my lovely in the green evening.
In the bright evening,
Sadiya, she is my sunset.
In the late evening,
she is my beacon.

O' come, queen of my night.
O' come, queen of my morning.
O' come, I am a sacrifice for your love.
O' come, let me live for you.
O' come, let me die for you.

I’m a Bengali in sombrero
An Indian from Kolkata
I live at a stone’s throw
From where flows the Ganga.

I speak in Bengalee
For me the sweetest language
Like the Ganga flows freely
Has Sanskrit as lineage.

Rice is my staple food
So are dal and fish
A cup of tea is too good
With two biscuits on a dish.

Around me spreads green countryside
Where grows all the foodgrain
Rivers flow wild and wide
Their banks home joy and pain.

I was born and reared in this riparian land
Where soil is tilled in peasants’ sweat
Sparkles in moon the Bay’s white sand
Weaving dreams for many a poet!

If it were up to me
I’d do things differently
For war there’d be no need
We’d all live in peace

We’d learned to love our neighbors
Do each other favors
All change our behavior
Not a one would be a hater

If it were up to me
There’d be no disease
No catastrophes
The air we breath would be clean

We’d go out of our way
To try and make each other‘s day
Give away more than we take
Love each other for heavens sake

If it were up to me
We would all be free
Fill each other’s needs
If it were all up to me

You were darkness,
I searched for your light,
I've realized I'm worthy of the sun.

When he saw his love for the first time he knew.
Instantly.
Deep in you it’s rooted. This love.
Long before meeting.
The one has already arrived in the mind
while the eyes are still blind ,
the heart still searching.
This loved one stays with you forever.
You will do anything ,
Wait till end of days
travel through time
cross timelines
just to meet, to live and love.
Forever and ever.
True love is written in the stars.
It’s meant to be like in a fairytale.
I know I’m dreaming but that’s the way it should be.
Don’t wake me up,
let me dream my dream of dreams and meet my love.
Over and over.

Love, like a  misplaced flower on a snow mountain
like a comet  traveling through time.



Shell ✨🐚

I said convince me you love me, and you say keep this only in the mind
But you forgot that I wanted something concrete, written, and left for all to find

I said convince me you love me, and you say here is a page I filled out
But I thought you would prove more devout

I said convince me you love me, and you say here are the words you requested it’s finished
But you let typos into your letter and fill it

I said convince me you love me, and you say clichés are to be condemned
But cliches are only cliches if you care to say them

I said convince me you love me, and you say words restated depreciate
But words never said leave me with nothing to appreciate

I said convince me you love me, and you say here is an idiom I don’t think you’ll get
But you weren’t supposed to make me upset

I said convince me you love me, and you say thanks
But you should have said I love you, you shouldn't have left any blanks

I said convince me you love me, and you tell me your words have been chosen carefully, casually, and with the intention of being a fleeting moment of the present
But I did not feel that

I said convince me you love me,
But I am unconvinced