To You…

You’ve been there always by my side… You’ve taught me how to get lost in alleys; You’ve taught me how to cry being in the eve crowds. You’ve been there when I was recognizing the turn of a day to night– Standing on the footbridge at Gariahat looking at Bijan Setu with my friend Abhi……

Death of A Cuckoo

Daily Prompt: Someday Someday, the flowers will bloom again; Someday, the air will fill with the chores of schools and daily life, Someday, the road will be reconstructed and will hear the cacophony. Someday, there’ll be no gore; there’ll be the pleasure of living–beautiful. I dream, someday, the muscles that’ve shaken our very root– Of belief in peace…

It’s Being…

via Cling It’s being long, I’ve clung to my fear; the fear that arouses out of being thinking overhead. It’s being tiring; I’ve to fight with my myself to let holding or was it cling, go away. The morning sun trying to shine on the foggy path–I have taken this path many times, Many seasons…