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…

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…

Pen, Storm,…

  The storm is here.   I’ve been playing cloudy, stormy, rainy with my solitude For all day long from the time I can’t remember now at this point. At the end (though) my loneliness wins over the all. It’s another game I play. We play, he plays, she plays, they play.   Loneliness, solitariness,…