what if kubla's dome actually attained wholeness?

what if no shadow fell between the hand and eye?

what if godot actually came?

would you be happy?

or would you fear?

would you dread?

or would you just be blessed?

the frost has to visit at midnight to leave soon,

if all the festes were to gulp down all the jimmys,

what would life be like?

would not it be a wasteland with all hollowness achieved and thus hollowness renewed?

would darkness not lose meaning and thus become visible again?

it is our imperfection that gives us life,

better to be a fra lippo than die a del sarto,

Paradise has to be lost for it to be regained again!!!

i look at the trees, i look at the sky,

i look at the clouds.

and ask,

God wherein lay thou?

i look at the concrete,

i look at the fuel,

i smell in the fowl,

and ask,

God why thou'st hath these.

i look at the bank,

i look at the lilies,

i see the banks,

i see the notes,

and then i look back again..

if beauty thiu be truth and truth thou be this?

wherein do i find my dear father who hast long been....

buried beneath creation.

if creation thou claim to be him,

wherein lies your beauty?

in truth or in artifice?

if therein all lay you?

what do i look at?

your tears or your smile?

the lotus in your hand?

or the spear in the other?

the father you've been?

or the ruler that i see?

i bring in tales of happiness,

i bring i tales of love,

i bring in tales wrapped in fresh dew,

i bring in tales of the holy Jew.

i bring in tales from Araby,

i bring in spoofs of the Caribbean.

Of the parrot in the abandoned isle,

Of the witty beggar in the northern isle.

But oh! the dear bird at my bedside,

who lulls me up from my waking sleep,

the song she sings i cannot hear,

For it s a holy dread i cannot bear.

i songs of tales from shadows afar,

yet those near, elude me far...

i sing of tales from a distant land that reminds me of today as a distant dream..

a dream to belong, a dream to beware, a dream to dream of a dream that was yesterday..

if life were a song yet to be sung,

what would you sing?

a song of six pence with a swollen heart?

or a song to twist the sinews of the hart?

a life to be lived or a life to be gained?

a life to be pondered, a life to be spent?

a life is after all a dream to be dream t.

the dreams of a yesteryear, the dreams of today?

the dreams of a million, or the dreams of a simpleton?

dreams are but dews of a paradise of which we have been long denied.

ekti tarar khoje...

aj jano akashe takale khujina kono tara,

aj jano bhirer majhe khujina kono mukh,

aj jano jiboner moddhe khujina kono mane.

khujite khujite hapie jawa mon,

jano aj peyche nijer moddhe notun kono jon,

notun hawa notun pawa..

aj shotti je chaina kono chawa,

khali duti phota akash, duti phota batash,

ar chad'r arale jibon ke jorie dhore thakar bishash...

aj shotti je chaina kono mane,

khali chae jibon mone prane...