The fragrance unfolds, drapes and engulfs the room
As I slowly glance up
The view is hazy due to the storm
The rain lashes on incessantly
The constant murmur only beckons silence to my ears
The aroma of the flowers reverberates
The tempest unfurls both within and around
I see rain in my eyes, the storm in my head
As I stare blankly at his posthumous portrait.
The soul mirror
Peaks and troughs galore, engulfing the auburn sky, shades of life it bore, uneven lows and familiar highs. Ocean’s blue is no compar...
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वो सूखी परत चाई की भुली प्याली पे वो नए चाँदी और सफ़ेद काले केसूँ के बीचों बीच वो नयीं किताब पे धूल के ढे...
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“ Hoyto tomari jonno Hoyechi preme ji bonno Jani tumi onno Ashar haat baraye…”* If I could be infinite, I would be infinite w...
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Its inexplainable Unfathomable As enticing as obnoxious The dark, dreary and deep To delve in pride Sometimes vain Someti...
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