Abhyuday (Villanelle)

    The sun had been setting softly at the bank of Daya… He, being overjoyed and basking in the victory, came out. The end of the day was casting its curtain over the field…   He holds, retraced and looked around over his victory– The broken chariots, the carcass, the waving war flags… The…… Continue reading Abhyuday (Villanelle)

As The Valley Sleep That Night

She was tumbling in the bed–left to right; right to left. But, for more than once, she might had asked self– or to the vacant that was surrounding her– “where’s the sleep had gone…” I don’t know (for sure) ’cause I only saw she had been rolling in her bed– in the moonlight. (I remember)…… Continue reading As The Valley Sleep That Night