Light The Fire
(An english ghazal) The heroes lie on funeral pyres, awaiting a ritual severance by fire, But none remain to scatter the…...
13 Years Ago
The Poet Without A Muse
The poet without a muse sits in pause mode, Like a bud about to bloom, but cruelly sapped of all life force, Waiting impatiently for that last surge, to flower and flaunt its florid hues, Or else t…...
13 Years Ago
Man and Superman
I walk with my head in the exalted realm, Yet my feet must suffer the filth of the earth, What cruel trick of nature kindled my mind with cognition’s gleam, And fettered it with feeble flesh…...
13 Years Ago
The Curse of Contentment
Most of us have much to be thankful for. We have been taught to count our blessings, to delight in the ‘little things’ in life. And probably that state of contentment is the best way to go on with...
13 Years Ago
Perhaps not to be is to be without you….
I could name a thousand things I love about Kolkata. But if I had to pick one place as my favourite it would be the South Park Street Cemetery. The reason is the tombstone in the picture. Derozio, …...
14 Years Ago
