The Declaration of a Lunatic

The rain whispering loudly, not like a scream or high tone though. He is sitting in front of me, mumbling wordings, careful listen reveal– Verse from Gita speaking on evil never win; goodness defeat it by surpass. He is looking different today. Long tangled hair chopped; The beard is shaved off. The cloth he wear…… Continue reading The Declaration of a Lunatic

Wish You’re Here…

  The nights are windy here. The coldness that engulf me now is not the temperature of here. It is of your absence. The only thing that keeping me warm is your presence in memories. I can smell the perfume of yours, though musty but still I can sense you. I miss those nights when…… Continue reading Wish You’re Here…

Mansur Miya & His Horse [Cascade Poem]

[An old horse was standing under the shade of a tree in Maidan, Kolkata. He was not tied. An old carriage was standing at a distance–dismantled it was. The noon was late and was of late February. This whole image inspired me to wrote down a poem in Bengali titled Mansur Miyar Ghora–after a name…… Continue reading Mansur Miya & His Horse [Cascade Poem]

After A Time… (Haibun)[Song of Sacrificed Souls]

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of…… Continue reading After A Time… (Haibun)[Song of Sacrificed Souls]