What That Remains
Dry leaves danced as the windSusurrated a music unknown.Immersed in decrepitude, The pillars echoed happiness.The happiness of being in loveWith the sky and the soilThe flowers and the treesAnd the […]
Dry leaves danced as the windSusurrated a music unknown.Immersed in decrepitude, The pillars echoed happiness.The happiness of being in loveWith the sky and the soilThe flowers and the treesAnd the […]
magical whisperleaves entwined with red flowersfiery spring in bloom The beautiful painting is done by my friend Mahasweta Roy (acrylic on paper)
The boat at the shore, standstill, Water rippling around. Stale smell of confinement Accumulating like layers Of flaked paint. The purpose, sepulchred The destination, lost. An allegory to captivity Of […]
As soon as I was born, He was there. He begged to have a place, Inside me… His frail demeanour, Earned my love, and Earned him an abode. He grew […]
Now, the days are full of clouds and smog, Blooming sun often is caught in a concrete clog. Encumbered and incarcerated. Chains of technology, berated The rise of the eternal. […]
When the evening creeps into And, the fading daylight bends down To kiss the ground for one last time That is the time we become alone With our own […]