ai raat

this was written and composed when i was in first year of my undergraduation. The interlude part has clear inspiration from pehla nesha and the lyrics is combination of early 90's bengali lyrics and the contemporary bengali lyrics. i really want to thank anumita , as she was the inspiration behind this song. wherever she is , whatever grudge i had, wahtever i have done , but i cant ignore the fact that this song was composed for her. I have changed a lot of lyrics of the original one, as it is old and dead. Laal has done a great vocal job in this song, and thanks to mafia for giving me the urge to remake the song again. I didnt get the chance to dedicate this song to anyone , perhaps this song marked the end of a relationship. but today i dedicate this song to all my friends and mafia for making this song alive again.

ai raat jodi na shesh hoy kono dine hothat kore
hnatbo shudhu tor shathe ai him raat ontore,
jani ashbe na kono shopno ojana pothik hote
r jyosnar ki proyojon megheder danay shute.

obhilashi bikel jane dupur rod keno eka ,
diary-er priyo patay shara shondhe joma rakha,
jani ashbe na kono ghum hariyechi dher aage
r ghumer ki proyojon shur katano bishad raager

ai raat jodi ba shesh hoy kono dine hothat kore,
nirmed alo andhare rakha thakbe otit ghore
jani ashbe na kono shopno ojana pothik hote
r jyosnar ki proyojon megheder danay shute

moner dupur deyale hothat chipchipe duti chaya
chena chena baki alor dol shudhu ochena e andhar maya
jani ashbe na kono ghum .....


if this night doesn't end in a day suddenly
and i will be walking with you and this cold night inside me
i know that no dream will come to be an unknown stroller
and what is the need of moonlight to sleep on the wings of the clouds.
this night ............

ambitious evening knows why the afternoon sunlight is alone,
and the whole twilight is saved in the favourite page of the diary,
i know that i wont get any sleep as i have lost them long ego,
and why will sleep destroy the music of melancholy.

if this night does end in a day suddenly,
even then it will be saved in an old room with fatless light and shadow,
i know that no dream will come to be an unknown stroller
and what is the need of moonlight to sleep on the wings of the clouds.

suddenly there are two slim shadows on the wall of the afternoon mind,
all the lights are known but what are these games of darkness,
know that i wont get any sleep as i have lost them long ego,
and why will sleep destroy the music of melancholy.