ख़ामोशी-ए-लब

ए फ़क़ीर, तू अपनी सुना अंजाम-ए-कहानी होठों पे ला   तू भी था ख़ौफ़ों और शकों की बेचैनियों में बंधा? या... सहसा, दुआओं की ऐसी भीड़ लगी लफ़्ज़ ही नीलाम हो गए अब्र-ए-मोहब्बत में   हम भी ठहरे फ़क़ीर, पर ईमान से परे कायर लफ़्ज़ न मिले तो मोहब्बत बेच दिया   कई साल बीत... Continue Reading →

Suspended in Space

(I) The night drew out on his last words. Silence, like a palm reddened in vermillion, Tenderly touched and left its print on a new leaf. It’ll die with the mark, will it not? (II) Many a winter stumbled Over the heap of results of someone else’s Perplexed senses. Questions to answers or maybe answers... Continue Reading →

the mad man

what in us the teaching thorn the hardened rock the wonted morn for him the swaying of a tender leaf in his heart and he dreaming of suns far from our sight; moments which lost their light in our lives, for him, the delights of delight unfading they made their homes in his mind and... Continue Reading →

Lacuna

  The eternity of a farewell rests in their love. Time loves Lacuna but all they say to each other is farewell. They are ever bidding farewell to each other and in farewells they exist. Time relentlessly runs from the past to the future: past-future, past-future, past-future... The ending of one farewell is the beginning... Continue Reading →

পৰ্বত শিখৰৰ অনিত্য সেই ফুলবোৰ

সপোনত চৰি ফুৰা সাৰংগজাক উদ্ধাস্তু হ'ল  ভাওঁনা আৰম্ভ নহওঁতেই  হাতত সাৰে ভৰিত সাৰে সূত্ৰধাৰে  কাণৰ কাষত দি গ'ল বোধন মন্ত্ৰ তাৰ পিছত কোমল ৰ'দজাকে ক'লে সন্ধিয়াৰ বন্তিগছিয়ে ক'লে মূক কবিৰ ক্ৰন্দনেও ক'লে এনুৱা সোঁতত নৈয়েও মূৰে-ভৰি কাঢ়ে বুকুত পাখী গজিলে হেনো বান আহে  কিমানৰ বুকুতে যে পাখী গজে নাৱৰীয়াৰ তলি উদং নাৱে কৰে তুলুং-ভুটুং পৰ্বতৰ... Continue Reading →

hope Beckett is not turning in his grave!

The term ‘research’ being in itself so momentous, a research journal supposedly should be filled with scholarly ramblings or field observations. My journal, however, also contains a section on memories. While memories are necessarily selective and private, we are not unknown to their pleasures when shared... So here’s a glimpse of a memory from my... Continue Reading →

under a frozen sun

People say times have changed. I still see toads lying flat on the roads in the monsoons. Their joyous leaps put to an end maybe by some breakneck conveyance, before they could reach their sanctuaries safely. Rains still come down to these sanctuaries like ever: demented! Thousands of invisible light-footed spiders gambol on the buoyant... Continue Reading →

नारी

सदा एक काया मात्र । तुफानी बादलो को बाहो में समेटे बंदर को तकती बिस्मित अस्थिर । असहाय प्रकृती की चीरंतन चींख जैसे अपने लहू में लिये चलती, सम्भलति- सम्भालती थक जाती ।   क्षणिक स्त्ता से परिचित । गलते लोहे की बूंद में तैरती एक तरनी ओस की पहली अंकुरित पंखुरि में दिया जलाये... Continue Reading →

Estranged

These days walls melt in darkness and the woods seek refuge beneath earth. Young bees wander; asunder.

for a drop of ether

Take me to your pond, I am no sunflower.   darkening skies mean no twilight but they may remain for a while and I won’t thrive.   You in search of your pond did you find it? The beggars come along like you asking for my favour. But I am a wilting flower !  ... Continue Reading →

Questioning Shadows. Murmuring Prayers.

vanity. the thought that knocked every time. romance seldom held the dock. childhood scurried past with morsels of self-consciousness biting from the future. and the future? a dark mass of self-doubt squirming into a mudstone rolling and rolling across the years, mustering fears turning vain. vanity.   suffering. the feeling always left behind. incessant rains,... Continue Reading →

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