Tears of Marriage by Suddhasattwa Ghosh

When songs are sung, in the middle of night

Some hearts would burn for future delight

Some flowers would bloom in the skies

When dreams come true in our eyes

Just a moment......

A moment later some flowers would fall

When divine eyes would see it all

When fire would oath for love and care

Some eyes would hope in despair

Just a moment......

When smiles are there all around the place

Still some hope is there in somebody's face

When songs again go in the air

Eyes have dream; to see and share.

Just a moment.....

When all depart, it is the first time to meet

To see each other and a lovely greet

When tears disappear and love in the eye

The time has come for the past to fly

Just a moment......

When past comes and goes always

That it is hurt this time, it says

Still the future says that it has to go

Let the past not catch it,let it be slow

Just a moment.....

When to forget what, we have to decide

Sea of tears waiting with a high tide

The time to wait is over just now

And tears would fall in a moment now

Pangs of the past by Suddhasattwa Ghosh

This heaven on earth has so much to give
But just that it cannot forgive
The time has probably come to say good bye
But just that it could have been a sweet lie
It is not easy to be here always
It's easy if somebody says
Forget the past and let us go ahead
But future is chased by the living of the dead
This world shall go and let me wait
Even when time has gone and I'm late
Time I hope is not that rude to me
I know I'll sink; but shallow's the sea
Let us remember the things which give us pain
And keep on remembering it again and again
Time surely would stop one day
I'm sorry dear friend,it'll say.

Note: This piece has been written by Suddhasattwa Ghosh.

निशा की बातें

सूनी सडकें और चांदनी रातें,
निशा से होती है निशा की बातें.

पौं फटी,
हुई सुबह,
हुई बरसातें,
हाथ में टूथब्रुश,
केशराशी अस्तव्यस्त,
ऐसे में ही होती हैं अकसर मुलाकातें,
निशा से होती है निशा की बातें.

चले पहन बरसाती,
हाथ में छाता,
चप्पलें रबड कीं,
उफ़ हाय चला भी नहीं जाता,
फिर भी सर रख बस कि खिडकी पर,
होती है बातें,
निशा से होती है निशा की बातें.

एक समुन्दर पन्नों का,
आंखों के सामने,
पन्नों पर कलम लगता है नाचने,
पर ऐसे में भी,
आमने सामने शायद,
होती है बातें,
निशा से होती है निशा की बातें.

फिर हुई शाम,
जब चले घर कि ओर,
फिर वही बस,
वही खिडकी,
और वहीं पर होतीं हैं मुलाकातें,
निशा से होती है निशा की बातें.

है सूनी सडकें,
और हैं चांदनी रातें,
पर अभी भी,
निशा से होती है निशा की बातें.