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Nib

Under the shade of a lamp the black gold pen looks at its nib aware that it has locked centuries of magic alphabets whose DNA lingers inside dried ink. Seen retrospectively all cities, towns, events, accidents, names, numbers, …

Pastries Infinite…

Pastries were an extension of my growing up years. Each colourful beauty got located in the experience and recollection of my childhood …

Prisoner’s Uniform

I do not ask you even for a string, for a chord, —the sky is now in prisoner’s uniform. For caresses you turn to the rain to its grapey touch on the rim of the glass …

Fall

They are asleep now and silent. with two sharp cries the yellow bird flies away, feathers begin to fall into the world below, slowly, one after another. they are too many to count …

In a Frozen Bed

In the land of beauty In the realm of nature’s grace, The mountain peak Touches the sky, Where the snowy beds ascend. The mount adorned in pristine white Where a jewel in the crown basking in golden sun rays …

My Love In The Folds Of Mountain

In the realm where mountains loom, With folds of Secrets and sorrows, There lies a love That brightly blooms, Beyond the Reach of dark tomorrows …

Evening Dream

With your ardour In that green valley You raised your hand To the evening sky, I remember too. Looking two glazing stars of That silvery evening, Two cormorants were …

Pancham: The Urban Timbre (Part 1)

It drizzled that evening. I distinctly remember that Durga Puja Asthami years ago, when the crowd was not quantified as hourly footfalls. Had it not rained, I could not experience the magic, as the crowd would teem the arterial road of Gariahat …

Pancham: The Urban Timbre (Part 2)

With the Funtoosh song as a badge, Rahul qualified himself to be a part of the core musician team of his father. It was at that point, that Guru Dutt came to senior SD asking to compose songs for Pyasa (1957) …
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Borders & Broken Hearts

In her new book, Borders and Broken Hearts / Kashish, Gayatri offers the gift of her poems, along with their Sindhi translations rendered both in the Perso-Arabic script proper to …

Collection Of Feelings

Every page turned reveals not just words but echoes of Sankha’s soul, resonating with the readers, inviting them to delve deeper into their own existence and find their own solace …

Crossing the Shoreline

Crossing the Shoreline, a fresh collection of poems by one of our finest contemporary poets Gopal Lahiri reads like embarking on a new voyage to an unknown landscape where the …