A Lunatic Hit by a Car

In the pool of blood lies the Finger—decapitated and snatched From its owner’s hand. Whose finger was that? Every one knew nothing of the man; Every one knows something of the man. Lonely and singular finger was thumb; The nail of whose has been uprooted And now there a fly flies Shading its hazed shadow…… Continue reading A Lunatic Hit by a Car


On the slab of my southern windows they sat and chirped Telling it’s time, and we are here. They dance, they prance on the patterned grills– grabbing the attention, you can say. They chirp, they dance letting the world know– we are still here. Once, not long ago, they have disappeared just to return. They…… Continue reading Sparrows

Into the Kalbaisakhi

Dida used to say the sky is performing deyala. The clouds formed up in the corner of the sky, and the wind breath like last breathe, Naturally unnaturally the darkness descend bringing the night in early, when there should be sun on the crescendo at the city summer sky (or) when the sun is getting…… Continue reading Into the Kalbaisakhi

A Summer Morning Pentatonic

Things Needed for Repairing the Nest Last Saturday, the two had sat on the electric wire. Distance between them was grabbing attention in the night halogened darkness. Their nest had been damaged by the twin evening storms. This morning the male crow working on the nest again while female crow awaits on another branch dancing…… Continue reading A Summer Morning Pentatonic

Few Minutes Away From Ten O’Clock

i Looking from a window above, it’s like a story of love; can you hear me. [1] All are busy, all are in their own worlds, in their thoughts. Oh think twice, ’cause it’s another day for you and me in paradise. [2] ii The sun is shining high on the summer sky; rain has…… Continue reading Few Minutes Away From Ten O’Clock