A handful of thoughts

The rain has come again. And it has come in full form. It is blowing on the face of Bengal, drenching its people, flooding its streets and scattering crushed gulmohar petals all over my city. With the coming of the rain in Bengal, all the little Johnnies inside our mind are all out to play. […]

As a kid, the election day for me told the story of deprevation and betrayal. My parents, who always took me along wherever they went, dressed up and went out together, to come back after some time with the mark of dark blue ink on their left forefingers. All I knew was they went to […]

In my nights of sleepless halo
I will write to you my rains.
Piercing the still darkness across our divide,
They will take me to your crusty soul
Stiffened by past defeats
If you will it, my magic touch
Will baptize you soul a phoenix
And set ablaze all that was not
In my nights of unkempt desire
I will lust after you
The spirits […]