Broken Rhythm

The silver of the full moon humming

The placid that the stars are singing–

A forgotten rhythm of the blankness,

That’ve born out of the beat of time,

(And) the broken incomplete chime

(Because) of the thoughts nameless.

By Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.


      1. Oh! I will try, but my internet connection is spotty at best while I’m traveling!! I look forward to trying to catch up 🙂 I also write every year for NaNoWriMo — it’s so great to get the words down, even if no one but me reads them 😉


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