(Porojonomor xubhologonot Jodihe aamaar hoi dekhaa…) If in the next life’s auspicious moment We meet… (Porojonomor xubhologonot Jodihe aamaar hoi dekhaa Puraabaane priye ei jonomor Mur hiyaar apurnaa aaxaa?) If in the next life’s auspicious moment We meet Would you gratify, my beloved, this life’s Unfulfilled desire of my heart? (Porojonomor... Continue Reading →
O Love, Why’d you wait with bated breath? For your Bright Star: a glimpse, a word, a dewy-eyed kiss? The romance has gone, my friend, the winds restrained It is Love that’s lost; it is Love that we miss No one looks up at the moon these days Neither praises the sun... Continue Reading →
(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 →
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 →
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 →
Through the glass, dimly, they appeared like a repeated motion film... The bitch gave birth to four puppies. Gender unknown; they all looked alike, except for a swop of brown, black and waxen shades and some flesh between the four. The dog who fathered them stayed closer and played with them. On some early mornings,... Continue Reading →
At a distance, the timeless breaths and shadows stills in the eternal wait and the weight of the world stills in the kites’ cries. The sky, trapped in a drop, turns into a song. In the circles of a ripple, I see my known. There I’ll merge.