2 The Poetry Podcast Elysian ways of meeting our souls’s demands through a poetry podcast “We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.”― Kurt Vonnegut, If This Isn’t Nice, What Is?: Advice for the Young Yutori is a Japanese word which denotes the conscious act of slowing […]
12 Your gift for making the window smile “Within you, there is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself” —Hermann Hesse I exhale The plant in the pot needs carbon dioxideThe caffeinated oxygen fills your nostrilsYour gift for making the window smile I sit thereAs the […]
1 Examining Urban Landscape on Realities vis-a-vis Our Dreams A Poetry of Possibilities “I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”—John Lenon Dream. Dream. […]
1 Me and Myself in Session of Soul Searching One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche The meeting was setAnd I let her in today,My soul café opening its door,To smell the August breezeand the latte. The table beside the windowtopped with […]
3 এক সুন্দর স্বপ্নর হদিশ দিনের চাদর মুড়ি দিয়ে রাত এলোধানের শীষে দোলে হাওয়ার আদর—না, কনো চিত্রকরের তুলির টান নয়তবে কিছু কথা বলে রাত— দূর আকাশ তারাদের মিলন ভেলাআমি ছাতনা তলার একমাত্র বাসিন্দামানুষের পৃথিবী থেকে বিচ্ছিন্ন, একা…চাঁদের নদী আর ঝিরিঝিরি হাওয়াটুকরো করা আকাশগুঁড়ি আমার আহত নিঃশ্বাস জুড়ে,কানে নিঃশব্দ সুর, মাটির গুনগুন,মনে উত্তাল মায়াসমুদ্র— আমার শক্ত মুঠোয় […]
2 If you ever leave meI will not mourn. I will know I belong to the azure.Walking the solitary path I will blendthe serene. Ambling along the road,I will greet the fenced blooms,Together we will laugh at the Jumping bunny, grazing on the green. Across the road, will meet the shadow Of that giant tree and smile, Befriend […]
I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way—things I had no words for–Georgia O’Keeffee It’s been three years our eyes trained to new ways of life.But it came riding on pain, loss, isolation, shadows, the birds hungered for a breath of fresh air. But some caged […]
“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 […]
