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Boxes
Read more: BoxesHe has taken three weeks off to travel in Europe. She couldn’t afford the trip. He didn’t ask her to come, either. He sends her emails addressed to nobody, missives full of Italian women, beer and breweries, cathedrals and museums. She prints these out at work and creases the sheets into thirds. They go into…
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The Wind
Read more: The WindWe built mountains that crumbled down, And I drowned in my ocean of tears. Love letters and old photographs, I’ve burnt them all ever since. I built a fortress for my heart You left, leaving burnt scars And now all that’s around is the wind. I hate the wind, I wanna destroy the wind Cause…
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I’m still standing
Read more: I’m still standingWe walked on water, you and me We walked through fire, alive and free And when the vultures hovered, And rattlesnakes came out We still stood our ground. We broke out of prison, It was us against the world. And in your eyes I saw ambition, While I dreamed in colour. And when the thunder…
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I Call You by My Name
Read more: I Call You by My NameSpinning the time wheel I spin a yarn a tale of two mirroring souls memories are like fireflies they light up your heart align your body, your soul to the first encounter. We stood on the same rope bridge staring, then suddenly walk towards each other how our shadows melted in the lyric aubade of…
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Folktales
Read more: FolktalesA golden ring with a lion’s head etched on it a wife caught in the waves of hazard ‘Revive a little, I’m daughter of the wise sage Vishvamitra the birthplace of virtuosity the creator of the Gayatri mantra at least look for yourself in the eyes of your child, memory is a genetic disorder. Slice…
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Mythical Goddesses of Bengal
Read more: Mythical Goddesses of BengalMythical goddesses of Bengal’s folklores, legends and the vernacular narratives, have always fascinated me. They are rooted to Bengal’s traditional rural moorings. Despite their ownnpersonal travails and struggles, they were taken to be powerful in their own way and were imagined as protectors to the hapless and the needy.
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Sign Language
Read more: Sign LanguageUnder the oriental sun the sightless man is driving again. He knows the way knows these roads by heart. He drives with care never reckless. He says, “Turn down the radio I can’t hear when you whisper.” Instead, I turn it up because I know if I whisper softer it will sound like a train…
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Navigating That Blue #2
Read more: Navigating That Blue #2That blue never eludes me. Today wisps in the winter sky press in reminding me to keep the pale sun at my back delicately follow the outline of the mountains listen to the scalloped silence of the birds.
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I Cloud The Orphan Sky
Read more: I Cloud The Orphan SkyI walk breathing the city’s faint stink cross a treeless square shivering in the dark see myself inhabiting a wasteland of little flags a broken sky not by birds but by black drones circling the globe, covering liquid distances swift as a pang through the body.
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Raptures
Read more: RapturesEyes open against the summer heat Only a dog’s bark disturbs the air A few minutes ago there was no wind The heartfelt deadly calm burned Into its habits forgetting to make brilliant plans