As I lie on the age old bed drowning in darkness I feel I need to grasp a whole lot of the air. Breeze is trespassing pushing the curtain Bringing the yellowed halogened spring Evening & splashing it on the chiaroscuro wall. This is not the autumn I look for this’s ‘nother spring. As I…… Continue reading Imagination or…
Verses untold remain posit Like my oatmeal in the bowl. Morning has come when it was to Ascending of afternoon has started. The lorn lonely words finding sentence Like the dotted butterfly flying over leaves. বাটির তলানিতে যেমন পড়ে আছে ওটমিল চুপকবিতারা পড়ে আছে সে’ভাবে। সকাল এসেছিল নিজের মতো দুপুরের অবতরণ আরম্ভ হয় গেছে। রঙিন…… Continue reading Lorn/নির্বাসিত
Dedicating to Sylvia Plath, one of my greatest inspiration.
Just a set of scribbles in Hindi (Transliteration).
the existence of silence can be found in depth of– the stars; dead sparkling light enchanting. the life can be found throbbing in the bell jar; light, pale golden silver, of moon is hazed blue (from here). memories of past, bygone hoods changing shape with times–sometimes fireflies, sometimes shapeless abstract figures… the bray of heart,…… Continue reading Fireflies