Kekhrie Apfo (Loving Mother)

A name That always comes to mind In pain or in joy In fears or in courage A name we all call Mother, Mother Loving all in all To wake u for our times To feed us for our strength…

Sonnet To My Mum

Life has not been easy As you drift apart for a reason You keep yourself busy Why I have to face all those season. You missed all those days of green Past can never be seen. As you someday I’ll…

LEGACY

Do you know with what lightness we ignited our world? At first, we learnt to wonder from streams of smoke, then, the predicament of conscience from ants, and then, the melodrama of love from flowers, even the coordinates of rituals…

Bald Afternoons

  The afternoon purrs on this verandah Stinking of drugs and old desires They slip behind shrubs, Pebbles and the stiff air – where A theatre of half-lights emerge, Spectacularly startling at first, And then terrifying with clauses on either…

Stupidity with a pinch of selflessness

In many instances, despite dire circumstances Have embraced selflessness in direct contravention to all logic; Have sacrificed as many before; Borne many a misfortunate in a way that some may describe as leaning more towards stupidity than naive, As have…

Death of Megha

Ron’e Dutta Megha stood at the door, looking through the keyhole and screaming from time to time that they were going to kill her, while I sat at my table reading Hardy’s ‘Far From the Maddening Crowd’. Megha hadn’t had…

Something

There is something about a woman, That many will not know. Something about the pain she endures. How can someone love so much? So much, the moon is jealous. Men can protect too, they say, But there is something about…

Long Gone LoveCreative Writings

Long Gone Love

At the window, down I Stare…. Heart fill’d with you, I still Care… Long gone you are, my life no longer shines…. Others will; we are One…. No longer will, you are Gone… Back there, we’d share Laughter…. One soul,…

Please ListenCreative Writings

Please Listen

I didn’t see you in your childhood, But I thought it must be like how I spent mine, Chasing sparrows, sometimes throwing grains at them Stupid birds, still would eat the grains Thrown by a misbehaved child and avoid any…

THE TEENY KINGDOM

O’er the hills and valleys, There spreads a lush green meadow, Where a colorful wings spreads in rallies, Dancing and swaying lively under the yellow. The mother endowed her with beauty, With a blissful air that splashes the green, Movin’…