There are times, when you think of only the negatives. Think of all the darkness all around you. I do not know why i indulge in such a painful foreplay of anticipated calamities, but I do... Dreading the future, scared of corners...Am I hopeless, am I scared, am I too timid to be able to face life as it comes, or a even more pathetic proposition rises in my mind...May be am obsessed with victory, a victory which keeps dodging me, eluding me and sub conscious. May be its a pleasure, to think of calamities, and yet survive to tell the tale, may be I enjoy putting myself in such situations, and try to believe that I would come out unscathed.... Am I losing the plot somewhere, may be... Am I winning battles in my mind, rather citing war chants, just to imagine bloodshed....Does the lost belief, provoke such a gory climax... If it does... Then I feel vindicated, with every fear, feel used at every uncertainty... And... More
A Different Feel by Osibek Pal on Thursday, March 31, 2011 at 2:50pm To, Manimanjari Sengupta THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION OR AN INTERPRETATION OF THE SONG, ITS THE ENGLISH VERSION , OF " BECHE THAKAR GAAN" ORIGINAL VERSION BY ANUPAM ROY, WRITTEN IN THE SAME THEME, HOWEVER THERE ARE SOME OBVIOUS DIFFERENCES IN THOUGHT, FOR THE SAKE OF RHYME SCHEME, LET ME KNOW HOW YOU LIKE THIS VERSION... Force me to forget a paintbrush.. And learn just light and dark.. Remember ,I wont comply... Wont Pragmatise life, if you ask... Banish me from your life's tell tale... I wouldn't complain.... But ask me to justify my love... I wouldn't , not if I am slain.. Cause, I have seen it all, known it all... Quick sand, is not just for the beaches... It has drained life, breath, blood and love, let alone petty riches.. Cause, I have seen it all, known it all, ti...
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