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Pancham: The Urban Timbre (Part 1)
Read more: Pancham: The Urban Timbre (Part 1)It drizzled that evening. I distinctly remember that Durga Puja Asthami years ago, when the crowd was not quantified as hourly footfalls. Had it not rained, I could not experience the magic, as the crowd would teem the arterial road of Gariahat.
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Evening Dream
Read more: Evening DreamWith your ardour In that green valley You raised your hand To the evening sky, I remember too. Looking two glazing stars of That silvery evening, Two cormorants were
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My Love In The Folds Of Mountain
Read more: My Love In The Folds Of MountainIn the realm where mountains loom, With folds of Secrets and sorrows, There lies a love That brightly blooms, Beyond the Reach of dark tomorrows.
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In a Frozen Bed
Read more: In a Frozen BedIn the land of beauty In the realm of nature’s grace, The mountain peak Touches the sky, Where the snowy beds ascend. The mount adorned in pristine white Where a jewel in the crown basking in golden sun rays.
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Fall
Read more: FallThey are asleep now and silent. with two sharp cries the yellow bird flies away, feathers begin to fall into the world below, slowly, one after another. they are too many to count.
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Prisoner’s Uniform
Read more: Prisoner’s UniformI do not ask you even for a string, for a chord, —the sky is now in prisoner’s uniform. For caresses you turn to the rain to its grapey touch on the rim of the glass.
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Pastries Infinite…
Read more: Pastries Infinite…Pastries were an extension of my growing up years. Each colourful beauty got located in the experience and recollection of my childhood.
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Nib
Read more: NibUnder the shade of a lamp the black gold pen looks at its nib aware that it has locked centuries of magic alphabets whose DNA lingers inside dried ink. Seen retrospectively all cities, towns, events, accidents, names, numbers,