Mansur Miya & His Horse [Cascade Poem]

[An old horse was standing under the shade of a tree in Maidan, Kolkata. He was not tied. An old carriage was standing at a distance–dismantled it was. The noon was late and was of late February. This whole image inspired me to wrote down a poem in Bengali titled Mansur Miyar Ghora–after a name…

Ahir Bhairav

The morning sun had risen up the sky, spreading the golden hue; It was gloomy due to the shroud of fog over the city. The city was waking up rubbing the sweet pleasure of sleep. The newspaper cyclist enfolded in warm clothes–mufflers and all– Was the only active, high energetic person that could be seen…

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……