A Kinner On The Train A beautiful lady in saree, sat beside, in a hurry. In a local train, to reach Howrah in rain . Dressed in vibrant, female in appearance. Suddenly, she clapped her fingers apart, on her seat, When asked to push a bit. She misunderstood, A manly voice emerged. “Why should […]
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She heard him crying, while chips she was frying. Ran towards the door, to treat the conflict amongst the four. In between busy streets of ‘Burrabazar’, amongst the congested lanes. Lay an old building, to live and share. Then, life wasn’t fair. One daughter, three sons. Somehow, they managed to run. To console
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Will the world be upside down? Will the stars stop moving around? Will u have an intransient hollow? Will it be difficult for you to swallow? Not ,as I think so deep . Surely few are going to weep. The one who reads ,loves me for sure. Though,halt would none,progress to endure. A day or
Reasons lot more mayhaps, to follow the dark, to illit the spark. When you have got to struggle, in the way harmonize,in juggle. With a smile ,does a magician, now dear, its your turn, to weep and cry in freestyle, or occult tears for the meanwhile. Might have been on trial, to measure the
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The quiet time, When the sun goes down, When the horizon, wears the hues on crown. The stillness , the tinge of orange, that scatters through the molecules of air. Colours variant, crimson,reddish orange in sunset. The utterly romantic point in time, like a love at first sight. Speechless left. The moment takes breathe
Even not air that we breathe, is as pure to take in . Fruits earliest to mature, are grown against the nature. The added colours on the vegetables, makes it appealing to be edible. Milk has water, father has a daughter, not of her own, Proof to be shown. Even smiles are fake, Behind lies
Not shared with anyone, Private seclusion goes to none. To one of my so called “best friend”. saying her not, my life would go in vain. Behold I, could not even once, When look for others,being unspoken at every chance. Not logical I say, when one couldn’t keep the secret away . As I
Transient mom to a child, Not her own, to be too mild. In her womb she bears, A bailment she does care. Same air they breathe in, Same food they share. A miracle she carries, but life isn’t fair. A selfless contribution of goodness, transfer of child is greatness. Growing close to the heart,
There’s high-low tide, bump in every ride. In fast -slow motion, it continues the rotation. One after the other, endlessly. Like a roaring ghost, fearlessly. Washing the shore in calmth. Peacefully lathering in froth. Settles down the fury, until reaches the end in hurry. The resounding noise, raising it’s voice. Washing away all
It’s ‘healthy and wise’ as said, a big task, leaving the bed. When the glittering sun ,smiles bright. Closes tight, sticks the eyes. Five more minutes, I think I should. Far it takes, spoils my mood. Hurriedly, the snooze button of the clock, I press, to be fresh, in shock. How could Five minutes be
