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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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
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