When I die The pigeons would still flock to my balcony in search of a home The clouds still would float like boats in the…
Must we always lose our way to find wings Must we cry to hear the happy song life sings? Must we walk a path lined…
তোমার সম্বন্ধে লিখতে গিয়ে pen আটকে গেল। কি যে লিখবো, কোথা থেকে যে শুরু করবো, জানি না । হাসির কথা আগে লিখবো, নাকি তোমার নানা…
I try my best to stay calm. But anger gives in so often I battle to be brave, Yet I fear so often. I tell…
That round plate of silver Shining bright up in its home Shades of cloud as decor strings A melody of chaos like a painting, she…
It took all of thirty seconds for the three tiny dots to swim into the bag, lined by hazy cloud-like mist. She could see them…
Away from the humdrum, you pause a breath And bring your pains and your distress And channel them through your will Into the sands of…
This was the unmistakable smell of Saratkal. Lying on his hospital bed, eyes closed, Tutul could almost smell the Agomoni of Ma Durga in the air. The familiar…
There’s sand in my hair And sun in my eyes, To reflect that sparkle Which I thought, had long died. Wandering alone on the…
We are blue, we are white We are Ashok Hall, Dynamite Holding Ma’s hand tight, I took that first step inside the school building that…