A Convocation of Emotions
A Convocation of Emotions~ An old man, bent over, sits alone in a chair , in a dark, dark room .
Tag: musing
Reliving History at Barrackpore
Reliving History at Barrackpore~
About 30 kilometres away from Kolkata lies Barrackpore.
Very much a part of our everyday lives., just another suburban town it seems
But Barrackpore breathes history.
The Nation that you are, or have become….
The Nation that you are, or have become….
With Words
With Words~
These days
My words stretch out to you
With a touch of tenderness
That often bubbles
In the cauldron of emotions…
Shakti
Shakti~
And Shakti can only be
Felt within oneself
Peace
Peace~
Peace
Hangs suspended on a thread
Swinging like a pendulum
From one side to another
Between the Mundane and Magic
Between the Mundane and Magic~
Between the mundane and the magic
We float
You and I
Tangerine Moon
Tangerine Moon~ My tangerine love shines through
Missing You
Missing You ~
Missing you
Missing me
Amiss, arnt we both
Floating along
Like flotsam
You and I
You and I~
I am there
On the other side
Holding Love