OSTITWO(Dignity-Assamese)

dukmukoli puwar kumolia poroxor halodhia dhanoni
sikimiki boroxunor tupalor olex aluroni
aai matrir haator proyaxot utoli utha puwar saah pioli
xokolu jen smriti aji...
barudor dhuware abori dhora xudur akaxor prachin khyonot
thomoki roi mur mon proja poti
aaami kun! ki amaar oshtitwo
axomiya buli hei porichoi hei gourove buku uphondi utha
aru prachin xonskritir poroxot muggdha hua
hei krishnasura fulor xubaxe abori dhora junaki godhuli
xokolu jen smriti aji...smritir gobhir korun aloroni
hei bahuboli brahmaputra...
aah buai ne ei papor khyon aru manobotar bemejali
borjonar axirbador aji nai kunu sthan ase mathu hinxar kholokoni
xudur xodiar apun adoronir pora borak upotyokar bhatrir adoror xoxari
xokolu jen herai gol..

bhahi gusi gol manobota barixar gobhir baanor logot
aah aah ulai aah,aji ulabor hol kokalot tongali bandhi
xuduror joli thoka gaokxonir korun binonie gaai amar ostititwor gaan
amar otikoi apunor baputi xahun hopunor axom khonir joi gaan
aji bosaboi laagibo,ostitwor ei bemejali atoraboi laagibo
nepahoribi lachitor hengdang aru kolagurur pranor gaan
ei xaatbhonir ekota aru bibhin xonskritir miolonor khyon
aji rakhiboi laagibo,kailoi puwar xuruj utha khyonot uthibo laagibo
ghror alir modhuri jupat sorai sirikotir kholokoni
aru hoboi laagibo olex xihur xinxa bihi kandunr(ba hanhunor)aluroni
aah aah ulai aah,aji jujibor hol,kokalot tongali bandhibor hol!
doba honxo mridongo aru borjonar axirbaad aji xirot lobor hol
aah aah ulai aah,aji aguwabor hol..
tur mur pran aru amar ostitwor ei gaan...
utholi uthibo matribhumir pran!
pis nuxuhukibi,bol bol aguwai bol!

The Post Apocalyptic Twilight

The incurable moment of reality of life that calls it a day
Gulping down the devastated truth of life that still pray (to live)
far away in the horizon, her soul takes its direction
Upon the temple of hope where an wish became unfaithful
She still collates her dream and plays with the rainbow
and colors the cloud that smells peruvian...

With that pair of eyes which speaks the solitude
and beneath the earthy smell of her breast
a heart lies which is always rude ( to her hope)
The moment of coldness has become the moment of truth now
the coldness of her skin would speak about it
before you will wonder how( her feet still stands on the ground)
Upon the temple of hope where an wish that became unfaithful
She still collates her dream and plays with the rainbow
and colors the cloud that smells peruvian...

Watch her becoming obsolete now
her feet are the root of her ground
with those circles of  blistering wishes revolving round and round
She still wants to color her dream
and make them real...
ohh her roots(feet)are heavy now
Which needs the mellow touch of the mississippi rain
And there's she finally collects her dream and colors the rainbow too
The whole sky smells peruvian now

In a far distance far above the clouds
in the shadow of a dark nebula
she touches my rotting soul

and the moment of coldness becomes the moment of truth!
 The rainbow has become darker now...




(Artwork Courtesy- Saloni Sinha at http://morbidillusion666.deviantart.com/)