Vindhya Shadows A yellow bird drops by, blows whistle and vanishesin the blue, in a moment of happiness. The twilight…
and other poems Wrote this in my Sleep So many roseate summers ruinedby sermons to self,fumbling to fitinto form not…
By Shamik Banerjee Sparrow Time Noisy flockers battling overFlatbread morsels on a dish.Mother kept these when Earth’s zenithFirst enclasped the…
Mysterious are the ways of this myriad coloured world Strange are the lives we choose and the destiny we share…
Shouldn’t we pass it on Like a box of colorful playdough Soft and yielding Making, unmaking Easy on their little hands…