Lyrical Poetry

Lyrics

by Shahinur Islam

1.

Let’s go you and I

far from here in the sky 

like a flapping butterfly.

All day long we’ll glide
and take a dreamy ride
o’er the hills, o’er the sea
way up high. 
Let’s go you and I
far from here in the sky
like a flapping butterfly.
At twilight with eve-glow
like the spring, we’ll flow
to the hub of our love 
where souls lie.
Let’s go you and I
far from here in the sky
like a flapping butterfly.

2.

I see the sea on the seashore

to see you play the seagull’s soar.

Out of much pain the waves roar

so as to touch you more and more.

On the waves dance my dreams

as the oyster with pearl beams.

I make them a wreath for sure,

however much you ignore.

I see the sea on the seashore

to see you play the seagull’s soar.

Clouds cover the moon and stars;

it plays the parting tune of sitars.

I hear it even though I implore

like the night closing the eve door.

I see the sea on the seashore

to see you play the seagull’s soar.

3.

O my cuckoo! Away you flew.

My clay body you overthrew.

O my cuckoo! O my cuckoo! O my cuckoo!

If you’d go away

leaving me in a byway,

why did you tie me and make a coo.

O my cuckoo! O my cuckoo! O my cuckoo!

O my cuckoo! Away you flew.

My clay body you overthrew.

O my cuckoo! O my cuckoo! O my cuckoo!

I’m lying as a stone

in a room all alone.

Others would be your own if I knew!

O my cuckoo! O my cuckoo! O my cuckoo!

O my cuckoo! Away you flew.

My clay body you overthrew.

O my cuckoo! O my cuckoo! O my cuckoo!

4

O lone wayfarer! You were so right,

“If you see her again, the story you've got to rewrite.

When the bad time blooms roses

across the time field,

their fragrance stings as thorns,

and you must yield.

With the messy wind you've got to fight.”

O lone wayfarer! You were so right.

“If you see her again, the story you've got to rewrite.

You’ll regain in her eyes

the river you've lost,

and once you look at them

a drowning will you cost.

Unwitting tear-filled eyes only will you invite.”

O lone wayfarer! You were so right,
“If you see her again, the story you've got to rewrite.”

5

At my window I’m sitting alone;

of the lost days it plays the ring tone.

So many days, nights, and years passed though,

no curtain ever fell on my window.

It seems a shelter

in life’s disaster

like a sailor sailing to the sea unknown.

At my window I’m sitting alone;

of the lost days it plays the ring tone.

Days pass in business, nights in silence;

nothing can steal its all-time presence.

If by any means

on a time machine

I could go again to the golden zone!

At my window I’m sitting alone;

of  the lost days it plays the ring tone.

My mind is so sad with no sweetness

no rainbow, no sunshine, only darkness.

my love for it invokes many a dream;

restless in sleep, I just scream.

When I awake,

my heart aches

and keep groping with a high moan.

At my window I’m sitting alone;
of  the lost days it plays the ring tone.