Today I’m presenting you all Vandana. She is also one of my oldest followers, dated back when I was at near to 200 followers. Her writings reflect her attitude towards life. She shares motivation articles besides writing poems and all at her blog My Feelings My Freedom. This writing I’m going to share is a … Continue reading
মাঝরাতে হঠাৎ বেজে উঠল গীটার -1- The guitar got hummed It was midnight The lone guitarist mid-age Try to churn out Rhythm that satiate him. He’s naked he’s drunk No body knows what’s eating Him up, loneliness or rejection. –2- The moon cast shadow As she moan he sighs. A tear drop from her eyes … Continue reading
silence whispers wind; moon on the monsoon sky shining on the water deposited at side of the road. all day rain has pour ’til the sun set around six. buried pensive now rising as the cold breeze slipped into my low lit room and waved the pages of manuscript of biography to a blank one … Continue reading
The moon of Guru Purnima silver the sky, starless dark azure A procession carrying Sai Baba picture in a palanquin– Walk down the street; the men were chanting his name The road is lazily busy as the Sunday evening is. I look at the distance sky and feel the vastness Closing my eyes & deeply … Continue reading
Rain was torrential this evening Wind now is cold & calm. Kolkata is resting under the clouded sky So as the quietitude of the night. The last government bus zip away Few passenger it carries are sleepy. Am tired, also, want a sleep But, this empty bed not letting me. –xx– https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/passenger/ Continue reading
Look at me and say what you see… Lust…anger…disturbance…love… What you see say me…say me… I remain silent…what can I say… I want to say to-night I want you only… Not your body…not your embrace… My reflection smile at me…slime one… Am I going insane…I think so… My soul (or it may be reflection) or … Continue reading
The whisper of rain on struck road water, The psithuriasm of neighbor trees Bringing out so many words, so many thoughts. A passing truck shook my bed, the siren of an ambulance Torn apart the quietitude that the night holds… Many memories coming out deepening the saudade… We few finding loneliness in the solitary… The … Continue reading
