"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."

Virgina Woolf, The Years


13.10.14

Ever new songs


If our heart be not meant for love
Then why at dawn do you fill the skies
With ever new songs, ever new songs
If our heart be not meant for love?

Why this garland of fainting stars
Why those brilliant beds of flowers
Why does the breeze from the southern seas
Whisper secret words from ear to ear
If our heart be not meant for love?

Why, with longing so intense,
Does the sky gaze into my eyes
If our heart be not meant for love?

Why does my heart ever, ever restless wander in its madness
Launching its bark on the great ocean
Of which no one knows the other shore?



Jodi Prem Dile Na Prane, Rabindra Sangeet sung by Lopamudra Mitra