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Of love, tenderness and little things
Read to me the fine poetry I like, Take a moment to stop between the words More than the punctuation, So that I can dwell on the metaphor; And you won’t need to worry How bad my day was, In the world that we create, Words do magic for us! Make me that fine cup of tea Where you pour all the tastes in the world, Sit next to my armchair in the balcony Hum that note you used to while cooking, I’d find it as serene … Read entire article »
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Kolkata Panorama [12] – Storyteller
Previous If I had a father, I’d nudge him To tell me stories, I do not know If there would be much for him to tell, But all stories can be retold, Can they not? No gorgeous dream come to put me to sleep, His stories could. If I had a mother I’d ask her- Where I was born? It cannot be true that there is no beginning, Can it? If she was here, I would want to know If I gave her high hopes, Like she gives me, When I think about her. My … Read entire article »
Kolkata Panorama [11] – Reverie
Previous Drizzles, Music and breeze, Was superfluous, So to speak. Patience, Love and sweat Was surely worth The wait. Tensed, Prepared, yet shy The moments Glided by. Dreams and Desires twirled, Adrenaline Played its part. We longed For the touch Spasm and Aftermath. It wasn’t The first time Yet you left me For a mime. I melted At embrace, And lost as we went. Oh! dear rain, Let us be Intimate Again. Photo Credits: Reetam Banerjee Tweet … Read entire article »
Kolkata Panorama [10] – Tinted
Previous She was waiting For the day, While plans were In the making; It went over a week, For all the fun and frolic. Oh! it was fun Colorful than ever, The was no one to stop, And the freedom reigned For hours. When they looked At each other, Joy and laughter Sparkled; All the tears washed away Where she hadn’t seen. That was the first time When she saw the balloon, She was curious, If it’d make her Deep red or maroon. She looked on Through the goggles, Oh! the day was tinted- She smiled not knowing, What a waste of … Read entire article »
Kolkata Panorama [9] – Deity
Previous They make me their goddess. Kneel and pray, Oh! I know They want a lot from me. I try to speak out, that I can not Give you anything, It is for yours to earn. They see me as a mother, And daughter In faith, yet they Let me go with the river. I have a life, so short - Four days Squeezed, and I know I’d be forgotten. Yet, they revive me From the mud Smeared on straw and With colors, so alive. Every year, I find myself A new home, and A new father; I feel, … Read entire article »

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