Wooden Arm Chair

The wooden arm chair waits for another spring to see those morning flowers scattering around those tiny white and orange flowers falling like magical flakes transforming the place and tiny squirrels running by while the brick wall stands in amusement the empty wooden chair misses those shadows who come and go but never stay those...

Dewdrops Karma

Karma is a loving soul, it cannot let anyone go without something. If there is goodness then there is good fortune and if someone nurtures sorrows or negative feelings for others then that come back to them too. Yet no one understands while on the journey of action why Karma awaits at the end line....

M. Police

Who? Who is a moral police? I never heard of any. Or perhaps I have not heard yet; while some humans are lurking around just to take a leap as soon as I make a moral-mistake... And what is a moral mistake? I am never taught anything about it. And why not? - My grandmother...

snapshots

a few snapshots while leaving the place behind hardly a place remains close to heart unless it gives birth to new words she was not ready for a new story but sometimes fate changes the destiny and then one knows how nothing can be planned since life will move on as it is meant to...

Why Earth Day… ?

Why Earth Day...? a day to celebrate a day to remember a day to understand we are alive and we belong to this Earth a simple calculation a simple truth a simple reason why we need to think: it’s time to act it’s time to react it’s time to create an environment for ourselves and...

Speculating

I speculate I imagine I dream a tiny world inside me turn into a turbulence faces and silhouettes begin to move in my mind and I sweat under the sky full of dark clouds I speculate I imagine I dream and they kill my contemplation with blur images in a blink of senselessness my terrace...

Clips

  Left in my virtues are your vices moments of unwashed memories I sit on a brown mountain in search of fleeting clouds which once brought the rains You are somewhere in a desert a barren mind of a writer in search of a white river meandering to meet the poet's solace I pick clips...

I Am No Goddess…

A fire burning my essence and scattering ashes of unknown stories that fade within dreams are no more dreams but desires of long lost destinies that could have been my own I walk on tales sang by the witnesses of my own land in which they demarcate my roles sometimes a deity and sometimes evil...

Blink

Another day ended and yet another one while I kept counting once I befriended Bloody Mary on a deserted island full of shadows like those behind halogen walls today you claim your desires in reality while I walk on cemented clouds I searched for a neon table I searched for a bartender instead I heard...

Tropical Flowers By Anindita Bose

Tropical Flowers She is in the air of India sleeping amidst million grains of soil, for serving at a time when her essence was needed most Saluting Neerja She inspired thousands of flowers t… Source: Tropical Flowers By Anindita Bose