want you...(tansliteration of Kabir Suman's song 'Tomake chai')



At first, I want you…
Secondly, I want you…
Thirdly, I want you…
I want you finally…
Want you at the silent dark!
Want you when the night wanes to dawn…
Want you at the puberty of the morn…
Want you in the indolent evening…
Want you there at the nor’wester’s rage!
Want you as the dark clouds of the monsoons cover the sky…
I want you dear -from one Shravana to another…
Want you beside me at the akaal-bodhon as well…

In the age-old roads of Kolkata…
New faces and old…
At home and away…in new apartments glitzy-
In the unnumbered tired faces of people lining up-
You usher in the unknown holiday mirth;
I want you when the city sleeps, tired…
Want you there at my momentary bliss…
Want you after a long walk…
Want you loving this life!

At the crossing of four streets...
At the city, in village…here and there…
At station, terminus, port or village market…
In alien drawing room, known interiors…
With pillows, mattresses, and old coverings…
In sweetest embrace of my favorite quilt, at the cold cold wintry night…
At the threshold, crossbars,floormats…
In happiness, angst, repentance and lovesickness…
In quarrels and compromises…
Want you there…dear…
Just want you!

Want you in my cup of tea…
Want you at right and left…
Want you in absence and presence…
Want you in unuttered words…
Want you in Shirshendu’s newest novel…
Or at my sudden urge to reread Abol-tabol
Want you in unintelligible poems, thumri, khayals…
Or on slogan-covered walls…
Want you in the tunes of Salil Chowdhury
Or in the mellifluous depth of Chowrasia’s flute…
Or in the well forgotten melody of Hemangshu Dutta…
In those old ‘on request’ shows in radio…
Want you dear…want you…
Want you in requests and pleadings…
In pained soul’s cry…
Want you in demand-lists, desires…
In embarrassment, in fear…
Want you there in the squads for Human Rights…
And in pictures drawn the whole night for freedom and liberty…
In slim poems musical…
In prose embedded with intellectual energy and logic…
In never-ending wish of society without class distinctions…
In hunger for the change of the days!
In dreams of ending the days of conflicts and struggles and doubts!
In the calls of egalitarian world!
Want you in revolts and fights!
And in mission impossible…
In peace and war…
Quiet and disquiet…
Want you in this illusory life!
I want you dear…
At first…
Second…third…
Want you at the finale, grand!

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