My Own: Poem
While I fear someone will push me off of the edge,/The mountains tell me, “Don’t worry darling, I will catch you”.
Hand in Hand
After the mornings and after the rains,/After you and I go separately to prismatic domains,/It is the solitude which creeps inwards/As if by stealthy steps, talking of our deeds.
A Brown Sky (poem series)
I squirm in my bed / Forget the metaphors, the similes / Allusions, images / Whips after whips of remembering the dead,
I Love You
When life ebbs, and what remains in the last moments are memories, it’s always a ‘feeling’ which overrides all ‘facts’.
I Will Cross the Sea of Desires
Translated by Hindol Bhattacharjee from the Bengali song by Tagore. The original song was composed at Santiniketan, in 1922. I will cross the sea of desires, through the perilous wavesBy the boat which breaks my fear With my faith on your fearless hymn Standing high with broken mast The boat will go to your bank To the shadow of […]