Beche Thakar Gaan from 'Autograph', sung by Rupam Islam.

If they talk about snatching your poetry stuffed diary
You should know, I'll not let them snatch

If they ask you to leave behind the city grown colloquiality
You should know, I'll not let you leave

And I know, yes I know
How each day the quicksand devours us

And I know, yes I know
About our frustrations of every night in search of the lost sounds

So just this way, on the softness of the pillow
In your complaining gaze
Let the night fairies bathe
The song of living on their lips

So just this way, on the sheet of a face
Caressed by a known hand
Let the night fairies bathe in happiness
Keeping alive the song of living on their lips

If for a moment you lose the correctness of life
You should know, I'll not let you lose

If they ask you to sell the soil interwoven with your roots
You should know, I'll not let you get sold

And I know, yes I know
How each day the quicksand devours us

And I know, yes I know
About our frustrations of every night in search of the lost sounds

So just this way, on the softness of the pillow
In your complaining gaze
Let the night fairies bathe
The song of living on their lips

So just this way, on the sheet of a face
Caressed by a known hand
Let the night fairies bathe in happiness
Keeping alive the song of living on their lips
© 2011 Rituparna Das

Amake Amar Moto Thakte Dao sung by Aanupam Roy, Movie-Autograph.

Let me be
I have done up my life my way

The thing that is missing, was never there anyway
Let it be
Let it remain unpossessed
Life is of no use
When every wish is granted

In your dimly lit world
Like the shattered and powdered glass on an evening
If you want to float away
Go, do as you like
I would not look through a binocular

The sail of this ship is torn and tattered
Yet I am trying to script my story of survival

I don't want to heed anymore attention
To her midnight tantrums
So I am trying again and again
To see if I can swim across

If ever, dripping down the sky quietly
Love comes over you at dawn
With sleep in your eyes
Don't go looking for me
I am nowhere around

Nobody turn the lights on for me
Having counted the waves in the sea of crowd
I have got lost in this railway station
I will not return by the last train