Ekta dushtu gaan shonar anondo...

Today morning has been fine so far…

Life seems to be taking a different route all of a sudden…

Quite some habits are changing…

Have been listening to some songs off late…Anjan Dutta songs…

One of my favorite is, “ Ekta dushtu gaan likhun na Dada..Dushtu gaan lekhan…”

Have started sleeping in the bus again…looking back I miss those days when I had a shoulder to rest upon…but the shoulder less sleep ain’t bad either…

Writing seems to be quite an enjoyable experience once again…

What is it that I want to do write now…want to write down the lyrics of “Dushtu Gaan”..


So here you guys go with the words that mesmerize my ears...the word “mesmerize” doesn’t really go with the appeal of the song but I intend to use it and therefore I am!!!

Dushtu Gaan…

Cinema..Cinema..Cinema...Aj Cinema'r boro din...
Shooting shuru Kolkatai..Bombay'er heroine..

Nirdeshoker driroprotigya emon chobi banabe...
Sharadesh juure shokkole ekshathe tyara hoye jaabe...

Shusto-chinta bhabna niye commercial ketai..
Emon chobi shombhob ekmatro Kolkatai..

Projojog shudhu ekta kothai baar-baar bole jaan...
Ekta dushtu gaan dhokan na Dada..dushtu gaan dhokan..

Ekta dushtu gaan dhokan na Dada..dushtu gaan dhokan..
Ekta dushtu gaan dhokan na Dada..dushtu gaan dhokan..

Ekta dushtu gaan dhokale...dekhiye debo shobbaike bhalo chobitao chole..
Dushtu gaan dhokale..

Dushtu gaan'er moto kintu goppo dushtu noi..
Dushtumita duum kore ami dhukiye debo kothai..
Goppo shey toh goppoi Dada ektu ghuriye diin...
Thattar chholey..haashir chholey likhun dushtu scene...

Gaaner jonnyo goppo naaki goppyer jorey gaan..
Sheta thik kora apnar kaaj..apni shamlaan..

Shooting holo multubi..shokkoke miile bhabe...
Dushtu gaan dhokabe...ki kore dushtu gaan dhokabe..

Dushtu gaan dhokabe...ki kore dushtu gaan dhokabe..
Orey Dushtu gaan dhokabe...ki kore dushtu gaan dhokabe..

Dushtu gaan dhokale..promaan kore debe shobbai bhalo chobitao choley..
Ekta dushtu gaan dhokaley...

Nirdeshoker daari peke jai shara din-raat bhebe..
Ki kore tar bhalo chobitaate dushtumi dhokabe..

Etodin dhore chobir shopno..chobi shey toh banabei..
Eto shohojey haal chere debe na kichutei...

Shei chelebela koto dushtumi kore geche din-raat..
Chobir jonnyo ektu dushtu hobena keno shey aaj?

Shamanno dushtumir jonnyo gota chobi borbaad...
Jodi hoye jai nei taar chobi banabaar odhikaar...

Tai gopper goru gachey uthey giye nachlo ta-dhin-dhin..
Ekta dushtu gaaner scene lekha holo..dushtu gaaner scene...


Dushtu gaaner scene lekha holo..dushtu gaaner scene...
Orey dushtu gaaner scene lekha holo..dushtu gaaner scene...

Karon dushtu gaan dhokale...promaan kore debe shobbai bhalo chobitao choley..
Ekta dushtu gaan dhokale...

Ebaar dushtu gaaner location...duure hobe naaki kachey?
Sweden jaabar murodta nei..dushtu buddhi ache...

Kathey-kaath thuuke hoye gelo set Indrapuritey..
Scene lekha holo...nayok dekhche dushtu cabarey...

Tor-tor kore shhur dewa holo...dushtu-mishti gaan..
Projojog heshe peeth chaprai..etai chobir jaan...

Tai poster holo..prochaar holo..tv'er pordai...
Ekta darun bhalo dushtu chobi hochhe Kolkatai...

Shushtho bhalo ruchir chobi dekhte jodi chaan...
Ektu dushtumi dekhe jaan na Dada..dushtumi dekhe jaan...

Ektu dushtumi dekhe jaan na Dada..dushtumi dekhe jaan...
Please dushtumi dekhe jaan...

Karon dushtumi dekhe gele...promaan kore deben apnara bhalo chobitai choley...

Where are those wings to fly??

There was a time when i had the wings to fly..
Today am sitting atop the perch but the desire to fly ceases to be with me..
Tired of all the atrocities of life i lie on the grass thinking about the night to step in..
As the sea overlooking the cliff changes its colour..a storm seeps me through a ocean of thoughts..
Dreams that i had seen with my soul seem a little blurred..
The time has come to step ahead and open my eyes...
A distant wind lifts me up and down but never allows me to cast away...
The shadow of my existence haunts me at every step..
Stranded amidst the land of gods thy mind feels like a lonely shell..
Looking beyond the horizon i don't see the white flag which showed me the path to wisdom...
Let a small dust in the wind come from the past and lift me up in thy lap and spread the wings...
Let's fly away to some place uninhabited by loners, where life shall never be for rent…
Let's fly away to some far off land where a little bread of love and a wooden house of butter is all that one needs to survive...
It’s the time to hear the call of the wild and ride along with it…
It’s the time to leave aside the past and ride along the future to see a world full of untold tales and for other tales to tell…