1 “Color is descriptive. Black and white is interpretive.” — Elliott Erwitt Meghalaya, sanskrit for ‘Abode of Clouds’ is a small state in the north-eastern part of India. Loaded with nature’s resplendence, found even on roadsides has two points of visit–the sleepy town of Shillong, the Capital for the state and Cherrapunji, touted to be […]
“Color is descriptive. Black and white is interpretive.” – Eliott Erwitt The effort is to translate thoughts into lines, to make it speak without words.There can be no colour which is descriptive of mood than black and white. The apparent absence of colour is the collection of the whole hue-array.The reason Graphite/charcoal is my favourite […]
The sundial pours sand. Time.Tickling down through the ridgeTo reach the big round bulb. Like we wriggle through the rigors of pain,To reach the world of sun.The shine. The brilliance. If sun had a regulator knob,We could light it up in untimelymoments,But it is in nature to dim its shine For moon to dance, stars to sing, […]
That well lit Sky Bulb Of how sun makes her part of a glory. “I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of […]
The sail of silly wind ceased.Navy cloak-cover damps the sky.Sky palming the wet moon.Dripping. Slimy. Mouldy.Night sleeps under the blanket of rain.Turned frost.Wind, wondering how to cross the Cosmic sea, ether growing conocybes.The fungal moon. But onceThe wind treaded blithe,Roaming the permeating mystic,Fluttered the pristine, white sail,The ship sailed, when the luna silvered the river,Settled in […]
The rising sun keeps a triangle of shineOn my orthopaedic pillow,Shaping the window which allows its entry.Thinks it keeps my bones warm. I allow. Last night it was the moon who passed a joke Through her shining beams, in her ravenous tendernessExpecting the world to come around. It came. My dreams are slim, on a diet,So […]
Snow white doesn’t travel the distance—It falls to its own weight,Only a thin layer of air circulates,And connects us. So we think. Air now teratogenic, heavyAs you grow inside me Ready to move,Still to be born,The womb cradles you,The way nature cuddles a storm, Thoughts pigmented are put in kiln,Wishing they bake into dreams,Crack open into […]
Words lost in the crevices of the sky Will one day fall as rain,Drenching the damp earth Where Lullabys are unwritten stories hemmed to a setting sky, They never burst in the seams,Slide ’n tinngggs like a few screwsMoving in an empty box,They share the sun, cut it into piecesPut it on a plate, faux painted with the Moon […]
আমার বাড়ীর পাশে তোমার শহর,শরীর ভেদ করে টান টান আলো,এখানে রামধনুর ফুল ফোটে না,কেবল গভীরের আনাগোনা —অন্ধকারে হরিণীর চোখ।ধাবমান রাস্তার বাঁকে আমার নদী,জলে ভেজা শহরের মৃত গলি সম্মত, শুধু অপেক্ষা শরীরের ত্রিপাশ্র্ব কাচ হওয়ার,আলোকে টুকরো টুকরো করে রামধনু দেখবার॥
The pillar leaning on the staircaselifeless,Air’s lung a proliferating concoctionof tired breadths,Tiles fitted between grids carry storiesonly walls knowWalls of conduits, witness to human shadows diminished by nocturnal glare, Time 9:48pmThe last one moves in,The grid shakes,But earth doesn’t quake— Time to carry the dead.
