Day ninety seven : Grasping light

“Just downstream from that dark place,
Where last beats fell and waters churned
A man looked down upon his face…
In reverie, his thoughts did turn:
To follow the river is to follow the arc
It does not drift, it does not wait
Find its course with limb and mind
There walks a man;
There runs his fate
To follow the river is to follow the thread
It does not lie, it does not leave
Drowning stones there as he does,
He comes to think;
He comes to breathe
Something of that ember lives!
He feels it bide, he feels it wake
Looking out, but at itself,
As if to speak;
As if to make “

Day ninety three :

মনে আর নাই রে , মনে নাই নাইয়া ।
নাইয়া যাই নাও রে, ভাটিয়ালি গাইয়া ।

Day ninety one : নাও

দিলদরিয়া রে তোরে কিসের কথা কই ,ওরে মাঝিরে মাঝিরে কোথা ভাসলি

Day Seventy nine : adrift

Drifting, drifting, drifting away
I got myself a mansion, then I gave it away
It’s not the world that’s heavy, it’s just the things that you save
And I’m drifting, drifting away
Drifting, drifting, drifting along
I rid myself of worries, and my worries were gone
I only run when I want to and I sleep like a dog
I’m drifting, drifting along
The suit coats say, “there is money to be made”
They get so excited, nothing gets in their way
My road it may be lonely just because it’s not paved
It’s good for drifting, drifting away
All the suit coats say, “there is money to be made”
They get so excited, nothing get’s in their way
My road it may be lonely just because it’s not paved
It’s good for drifting, drifting away
Drifting, drifting, drifting, uh huh
I feel like going back there, but never for long
I sometimes wonder if they know that I’m gone
I’m drifting, drifting along
Drifting, drifting along, drifting, drifting along.