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 … Continue reading Thoughts Need to be Microwaved
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 … Continue reading April
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 … Continue reading Stopping by the Words in the Odd Page
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
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; … Continue reading Intruders
