When you treat me like a stranger in front of other people,

I just bear it with a smile and try to make it simple.

There are moments in life , when I have to remember
my past, however painful it may be.
As a matter of fact, it comes naturally ,
without too much prodding , like the gushing jet of water,
uncapped from its source hidden under the soul.

The world stops still then and the bleeding inside,
unknown, unseen by others, goes on .
My senses can feel those long lost places which,
I will never visit again.
Those friends and those smiling faces, whom I may
have lost forever.
All those pieces of torn and faded memories ,
in a vivid collage , comes back to me.

Sitting here with the old shadows dancing around me ,
in the stillness of this hidden moment of joy
embedded deep inside the tears which I feel,
slowly rolling down my cheeks.
I know,these moments are mine, only mine.
Nobody can ever share them .

--
Arunangshu Paul
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Madhushalaa verse 133

So many dreams lay trampled in every drop of wine.
So much desire burnt to ashes in this cup of mine.
People who drink and walk away,they will never know.
The tavern stands on broken hearts, which will never show.

Kuchal hasratein kitni apni, hai banaa paya haalaa,
Kitne armaanon ko karke khaak banaa payaa pyaalaa!
Pee peenewaale chal denge,hai, na koi jaanegaa,
Kitne man ke mahal dhahe tab khadi hui yeh madhushalaa!

Madhushalaa verse 133

--
Arunangshu Paul
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Madhushalaa verse 133

So many dreams lay trampled in every drop of wine.
So much desire burnt to ashes in this cup of mine.
People who drink and walk away,they will never know.
The tavern stands on broken hearts, which will never show.

Kuchal hasratein kitni apni, hai banaa paya haalaa,
Kitne armaanon ko karke khaak banaa payaa pyaalaa!
Pee peenewaale chal denge,hai, na koi jaanegaa,
Kitne man ke mahal dhahe tab khadi hui yeh madhushalaa!

Madhushalaa verse 133

--
Arunangshu Paul
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