Thoughts Need to be Microwaved

Somewhere the atom has been split opened. Somewhere the police chasing the thieve on foot. Somewhere the leaves are falling. What're are you looking at? These are the thoughts one of which is needed to pick to start. Like the leftovers from the noon and from the day before Need to be microwaved In other...

April

Breathing together are the wind with the length of the day; The warmth of the past season is transpiring as the warm Of the evening, becoming lengthy by each passing eve. The skin fair has started to be tanned where the mid-day sun Touches; the naked unguarded portion of the body. Who is there to...

Stopping by the Words in the Odd Page

Searching for the proper verb I was out there amongst the words in the thesaurus, Bengali to English it was. Randomly I opened a page near to the intended Bengali alphabet, and got struck at another Bengali word, not a verb it is; a homographs; it was both a noun and an adverb-- depends on...

Sparrows

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...

Intruders

Have you seen that. The painting with two women and a man. Yes. It's like a concert, that had been conducted once in a wealthy man chamber. Yes, it is call The Concert, some arts by a penniless painter named Vermeer. What are you doing? Taking a closer look? What do you see? That painting;...

A Walk Over the Living

Asleep few are hiding in the shades of the bridge that had ruin their homes. The awakening ones there roaming like a lion looking not for the hunt, but to mate. The man you see is not the man you're seeing; it's actually a reflection that you wished to see; the peeling of the mask...

At Thirty-One…

With a cigarette on the mouth, you dreamed of the world to be under your feet. Hsuan-tsang, Magellan, Livingstone, Colonel Suresh Biswas used to be there in your mind. The world, the journey, the unknowns used to attract you more than the tender loves and the addictions that your friends used to be submerged in....

Phoenix

A can be one; it can be a lot; it can be again used to denote the singular. Like he; no one remembered his birth name; everyone of the few who knows him came up with some good ol'names. Good man he was, they'll say. Fact is though Jack of all trade he was, they...

Lost Hymn and Hibiscus

To My Dida (Gran'ma)... The plot is there but the house had been rebuilt. No one chant hundred and eight names of Krishna rounding the house anymore in the morning; and collect flowers for the morning puja. The plants are there maybe; last time I saw them, I touched them was two years ago. They...