Song of our soul

If I sing of a love or two

Hold my hands and say it’s true

Keep your worries so you may never find

Like a long forlorn battle behind

They need your love, your touch, your kind

Them forgotten stories of children blind

Smell some air and breathe it back

So all may live and free their sack

Hear oh hear, hear them angels hark

Like a dwindling star in the blue blue dark

Tell her stories to the world she loves

So they may sing like joyful doves

Spread their wings so dazzling white

Your gaze a haze losing all might

Don’t you fear, do you hear?

I am with you, holding you near

Don’t you fall, hear my call

I am with you, I am your soul.

A soul of a soulful kind

Fears no soul of another kind

It stays and stays

Through lives of you and me

Takes us to a special place

Where I see you like you see me.

Tears of Emmanouela

Wary wary oh my Mary!

What do you fear?

What’s your worry?

Free your wings and fly so near

Whisper softly in my ear

Cry to me so I can hear…

Smile oh princess,

Smile this day…

Your smile enchants me

If I may say…

‘Tis something that is here for now

No one knows when I took this vow

Of loving the way I see you,

And loathing this mask that buries you…

Take this mask off for me

Then my love you will see

You and me, we can be

In joy, joy, joy and glee!

I’m in Troy!

Moments in a moment

Spent in a lifetime

Glow of the halo

Maketh sublime

Hear them sing

Their voices so soft

Your sense in a stroll

In a beach like roll

You love me or you don’t

Don’t you ever fail me

Even when I’m alone

The star will keep shining

From a very distant far

I don’t care how it does

I don’t care how it loves

Me and the sky in full

Full of flowers

Smelling real

In the garden of my joy, I feel

You should come

To my land of Troy!

She lingers…

Her smile, a smile

Can light up my world…

Like a gift from the moon

Wrapped in gold…

Like a dove in white

Her flight so light

She lingers with me still

In my sight!

Bohnishikha

Purte purte holam je aaj
Krishnor cheyo kaalo
Jotoi kotheen jwala amar
Ei bohnishikhai amar aalo...
Bohnishikha shey toh aapon
Jigai shey ki korbe gopon?
Taar sathe aaj houk alapon...

I am in Amsterdam

I am in Amsterdam. Its new year’s eve, I’m walking and everything around is glimmering. Sin city it is, not for no reason. Sinners are made out of you and me, over here. Every face floating around is happy intoxicated with the smells and juices of life, smiling or looking for a reason to smile. A man with a tattered coat, with a face so sullen comes to me and asks, “Can you give me 20 cents?” I am quite startled and taken aback with the contrast of this man in an atmosphere of such celebration. I ask him, “No one in this whole city is giving you 20 cents?” He shakes his head with tears so visible yet invisible to the world around. I ask him again, “No one is giving you 20 cents???” Now he speaks, says no. But you almost could not hear. I dig out my pockets and find a 50 cent coin. I give, still looking into his eyes. Then, I cry. Silence.