Assam, 1836-1947
In the Queen’s Garden at Hillsborough, fallen petals from the rose plants jumped at me, smelling of nothing but looking pretty. I stole a few, if steal…
When Summer was ending...
Dear friends It’s a locked newsletter so it’s only a handful of you here who wanted to read my poetry. Thank you for that. I have been crazy busy of la…
am I the unhappy one, swallowing the bitter fruits of what I see that they don’t see
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Leaving is not difficult But I won't say this To those I love - Fragile little souls looking for Fear in my limbs Quiver in my soul Pain, endless pain …
The golden light coming from the bedroom window breaks on the wall and stays there barely touching the coat rack where more than coats, the silk scarve…
dear friends thank you for reading my poems. Because you constantly opened my newsletter and read my poems, I have managed to write regularly and just …
It’s the kettle I use everyday.
Dear poem lovers I slipped. I forgot to send you my poem this Sunday. But life is a journey of slips and comebacks. I will resume on Sunday. In the mea…
the guava tree knows