They make us feel in a way, Godlike, I think. It is a creation of our own mind, the creation we control, the creation that would cease to exist if so did we…
Kolkata is very selfish. She takes away a lot from you, more than it ever gives back. Every tiny secret you have, she knows, every bit of love you felt, every little heartbreak and the apparent closures, she knows about every single lie. You are the one who tells her everything. She just makes sure… Continue reading Kolkata: The Selfish City
The sky is all red, Red like the eyes of that girl crying, Crying about something, A little unclear, a little muddled, She has already forgotten “why?” But she cannot forget the pain. When the rain caresses your cheeks, You can almost feel the sorrow, Her sorrow. It’s cold, But in some ways still is… Continue reading Red Skies
Why does this Man not cry,
Always having an alibi?
Ever since, he left his teens,
Who knows where his mind has been?
“Words” – a much hard earned achievement of mankind, an achievement still not fully achieved. Words are mesmerizing things. They can make you smile, make you cry, make you proud or be ashamed for a long time. Sometimes thousands of them can’t express a single stupid idea, a single feeling and somehow sometimes its absence… Continue reading Words
Oh, how poetry ceases to be found when happiness is. The comfort, the exhilaration, the joy, all of it overshadows and suppresses all the aesthetics, all the intellect trying to pen down a poem. The feel is there, that sweet scent in the air present, but how do one find words for a perfect fit.… Continue reading Happiness and Poetry
Her voice sweet and warm, Subtle to the core, A word she utters And you want to hear more. Wrinkles on her nose when She smiles, a little crooked Hiding what’s inside A little caring, a little wicked. And her thoughts, My oh my, So dear to me,I smile Trying not to cry. But, hazel,… Continue reading The Color of her Eyes