The Poetry that is Calcutta
The Poetry that is Calcutta
The Poetry that is Calcutta
The Sky within Us
Will you make me a cup of tea? And so the last goodbye
Was done…
Unspoken
Unuttered
Known to none but us…
Rain time Coffee~My Coffee pangs, I cannot contain…
The Ocean Song~ And there She was
A Convocation of Emotions~ An old man, bent over, sits alone in a chair , in a dark, dark room .
With Words~
These days
My words stretch out to you
With a touch of tenderness
That often bubbles
In the cauldron of emotions…