There lay the verse, The verse resembling infinity. Of words untold, Forbidden, once by the weight of time, Or simply cast off, claiming A jugglery of jargons! And yet again, relieved In the voyage of moments. To be let free, and be free, To outlive the rest And live on carefree! Beyond the race of… Read More Words, never realised !
There wasn’t the rain She always sought, As thunder stole the shower away Clapping in the canvas aloud! There, she never broke a vow, Waiting behind the unkempt curtains; As the murmurs of a rustic wind Sneaked in along the glass fence! For you alone, I ride the storm, For you, I thrive to sing… Read More ~The glass facade~
Everything has lost its charm, And winter, she said is approaching firm. Frowning, she hinted at the east wind too Look, it’s coming to get only you. Like wind, now the air too, flows! Picking ’em all that it throws. Be it rain from the thundering clouds Or seizing it as dew in a… Read More ইতি
“An affair holds the moment in reins
Threading air with her book’s incense…”… Read More Of sleep and other things…!
The scene is all set –… with table as stage; the water carafe, or decanter as prop; a blooming tea bud as ‘The Protagonist’. The bud tea sunk in…yet … Source: Ero-tea-ca
“Did you see the flying lanterns?”, I asked her. She paid no heed. I asked her again, this time a bit louder. She shrugged off. I stood up from my chair, faced her and holding her at her shoulder I shook her hard. I found a sudden change in her eyes. She seemed to have… Read More ‘Rather we!’
With woe, morphed into joy, On tonight’s blissful ploy; And the verse of eternity In an ominous empathy, play coy! Stitching the midnight facade Of unseen, wanton await, Brings forth immaculate framed, As decor on a destitute’s gait. With the scent from distance Decking the air, crisp My heart dances to trance, Matching feet on… Read More Coy, monotony!
She was sleepy, her hair in shreds; As she took up her teddy, she often caressed. They called her up, Yet for her the moon still to usurp. She nagged all along, begging mercy, They aimed to wake her up with words so touchy. She paid no heed to their call, but stood up And… Read More …and then she saw her ‘hennaed’ hands!
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Paper planes! Paper planes! She shouted out loud, Her slender little fingers Pointing, the vanity realm of clouds. Her fingers traced ’em Curving out an envelope; Before she could seal the flap It flew the wind, atop! Spying the daisy, passing fair, Playing in the wanton strokes of air; Trimming the sun to a warning… Read More Paper planes !