All for you…

Tomar jonyo royeche rakha hajar alo bochor makha pakhir pakha…
Tomar jonyo adim guhay prothom tulir taner chobi royeche anka…
Tomar jonyo guti guti pathor juger projapoti mello dana…
Tomar jonyo borof gole akash nile choriye dilo brishti dana…
Tai tomar jonyo rekhe gelam prithibir chabi
Haate rekho etai amar dabi….

Jani ekhon tomar ghore ekla jibon gumre more biponnotay…
Jani tomar mukh dheke jay bigyaponer drishyomukhor osthitorotay…
Tobu jodi ektibaro duchokh mele dekhte paro
Pakhir danay akash joler chobi…
Tokhon bujhbe tomar haatei ache ei prithibir chaabi
Haate rekho etai amar daabi…

Jokhon tumi e gan shune nebe tomar pajor bhore domka batash…
Tokhon tomar uthon jure khelbe nodi, dulbe haway roktopolash…
Khuje pabe tomar bhasha chhobe tomay bhalobasha…
Buker pathor bhangbe dekho shob i…
Tokhon tomar haatei pabe ei prithibir chaabi
Haatei rekho etai amar daabi….

Sung by Srikanto Acharjo in his album ‘Ghuri’, this song appeals to me like an unending saga of love. It flashes a series of pictures in my mind of a young girl passing through all the locales and places shown in the collage above. As if his voice travels accross the seven seas to gift his beloved the eternal gifts, that he had always thought belonged to her and only her. She, the epitome of life and love picks up these gifts from where she belongs – Nature! And each of them spring to life at her touch, as if that was what they had waited for all along….the outstretched wings of the white dove with a million light years etched on them…The cave paintings of years gone by waiting to be unravelled in front of her eyes…The first wings of the butterfly that crawled out of the first cocoon…The first droplets of rain formed from the snow thet melts with the first touch of the sunrays….The pains of her gasping existence ebbing from her condemned and solitary self…The laments of her soul as the silent screams of the advertisement hoardings muffle her cries…If only she could open her eyes and see the beautiful silvery drawings curved on the blue of the sky…As she fills her lungs with the freshness of the verses…all of a sudden a thousand flowers bloom covering her courtyard in the yellow, orange and red of their hue…All of a sudden she gets back life, gets back her voice, gets back the love that lies at the very base of her existence…And then as she opens her grip…there lies the key to the world that belonged only and only to her…that she thought she had lost!

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