Morning Raga

Let us sit down at the bank of the dawn. It never snow in our city Kolkata; The fog thus will hide us, The dew from twilight will wet– The platform where we’ll sit. The shrouded shy sun-bathed breeze– Will sing the morning raga As we will weave silence between us. No kiss. No hand…… Continue reading Morning Raga

Beckoning

The lips, yours, tasted pages Of a new unread book; The breath, yours, flapping of pages Beckoning to explore

Where Are We Heading To?

< p style=”text-align:justify;”> Tomorrow we’re going to celebrate the 69th Republic Day. To some, it’s a holiday, and this year it’s an extended weekend, and to some, it’s the day of revoking the pledge of being the republic. For the latter category, though, these days you can find lots of not-interested in the basic pledge.…… Continue reading Where Are We Heading To?

To You, To Neverland

The whisper the wind that left behind Will take me where? The tired calmness of end January cold Bringing out the path that’s hazy now. Breeze not the loneliness making up environ Of solitary imposed, convicted loneliness. It’s now hard to remember her face as I was thinking But, no, the coffer is open and…… Continue reading To You, To Neverland