Malabika Ray Choudhury

My dream was to be a Jane Austen - or a Virginia Woolfe, whose 'stream of consciousness' touched the world,
or Kadambari - the muse who inspired the Bard in Bengali Literature.

a few fearless women -
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I am enjoying everything! With your eyes!
the incessant rain on a valley, the blessing of a sun-kissed day,
the snow-capped mountain-peaks,
the glorious sandy beach, the glow
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when for a hushed moment I close my eyes,
all I see is a dreamlike abode…
cradled among an enchanting landscape…
of roses, and dahlias, and chrysanthemums,
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If my life is like a river, not all pebbles are shiny;

If my life is like a flower, not all petals are smooth;
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you wished, you would travel the world with me,
but didn't say a word,
how would I know what your thought was,
unless you opened your heart?
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The caged bird was in a golden cage,

The bird from the woods in the forest,
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Shadharan Meye - (An Ordinary Girl) - Translation from Rabindranath Tagore

I am a girl from the inner court,
You don't know me.
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If I say,
you are exquisitely beautiful!
To me, Apsara in Indian myths!
You laugh, and don't believe me at all!
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বসন্ত এলো দ্বারে,  কি যে কথা বলি তারে!
নিয়ে এসো পলাশের রং,  ভরে দাও মোর থালি,
 সুরের আবেশ দাও মোর গানে,
 কোকিলের কুহূতানে উঠুক সঞ্চারি!
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the yellow bird is back to the tranquil meadow where my soul finds true repose,
she didn't leave me....
I speak to her every day,
she tweets back with glee!
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My father's garden afar cradled in my lavender memory, had serene chrysanthemums,
ravishing dahlias, along with smiling zinnias,
he dreamed of a life around those astounding flowers.
digging, and watering, and pruning the hedges,
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I wonder - why my heart doesn't cry out any longer...
sorrows, aches, crushed dreams...
nothing happens..nothing shakes my heart,
nothing sways me away, no murmer,
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isn't it strange that many years ago,
a dainty lass wore a yellow poncho,
and twirled around in her garden like a golden butterfly,
a little boy watched her...couldn't erase the memory the rest of his life!
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When the chilly wind starts blowing from the North,
I don't curse the wind,
But lovingly admire the birds and their merry chirping for the last time this year,
And locate my most preferred shawl!
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every night I have dreams - 
dream about you, dream about us,
dream about the life we never had, the days which rolled away like sapphire waves ~
dream about the ethereal childhood,
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তুমি কি একটি সুন্দর কবিতা?
তুমি যাই বলো, আমার কাছে কবিতার মতো মনে হয় কেন?
করুন এক গানের সুরের মতো মনে হয়,
মধুর এক নাম-না-জানা পাখীর ডাকের মতো মনে হয়,
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if all of a sudden I come across you in the street of gariahat,
crossing the road to the other side,
where I was waiting! after twenty-five years!
I would probably gaze and gaze,
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We were travelling in a train -
My mother, my sister, me,
and my father.
My father had an interview with a prestigious company,
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a peaceful room in the midst of my garden! My tranquil sanctuary!
the end of a day when I drown myself in memory!
the birds stopped chirping!
they are going back to their nests-
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If you forget me....
Why you didn't - I wonder!
Many many years ago, in a small cottage-garden,
We were frolicking together,
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