For once I tried to open and peep Out of high windows Long it has been Since it brought warmth. The bird flies The girl
Author: Maharnab Hazarika
Winter blues
We ran amidst dandelion fields weighing love in each step. although some songs are forgotten some places live like solitary echoes that hum around intertwined
And if I had to tell you
……and in the quietest of times the darkest burst of epiphany Holds me, Wedged in a few puffs of smoke, And carcasses of long-dead
Wet Diaries
The urban facade accumulating itself, With arms wide open Rises for a bath. The zenith has turned darker,
Death Freezing Over
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Don’t let me speak O love
O dearest,wonderful love Somewhere there; in the sweet air of maiden spring Pardon me,but I will speak today, Of your innocent kisses of scorn Don’t
You needn’t tell you love me
Your love flows in the journeys of my breath The placidity of the rise; Your love reigns in the cuddles that the monsoon brings, and
