Epilogue to Her Fancies

In her childhood Beth often listened to her granny’s wondrous tales, as she rested on a cot under the starlit skies… “…and the fox turns into a huge gourd, it slopes down swiftly through the dense jungles to reach me…” Nine times out of ten she fell asleep before the story ended; her night a…

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

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

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…

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…

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…

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…