Thinking about her is just like
making a revisit to the past ingloriously peaceful,
Little things which carry no value otherwise,
Come to me with multiple connotations-
of love, affection, pride and refuge...
Little insignificant things-
the smell of kitchen soot,
or, that of the known talcum flakes...
a dab of cream on the face upon some wintry morning,
a benign smile,
an all knowing stare,
an angry face with all heart's pains painted straight,
a wait at the table for the arrival of her little prince,
an act of self effacing defense...
Little things done without any strings attached,
only out of love,
-pure, undiluted;
Little things that meant so much
That once you start missing them,
you simply cannot forget your associations with them,
You miss them forever!
O mother!
why left me so poor?
why left me blinded?
why?
The State Funeral
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th...
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That boat of Madhu the boatman Is left tied at the ghat of Rajganj No one is taking it As it is filled with jute raw; If they would give... -
If me wakes you up, Don't put the blame Upon me, for don't you know? You wake me up, Every nano second That runs through my ve...
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O pianist mine, Play it beautiful sweet timed On reeds play your fingers smooth By Your pedals help me sail like a soothe... O rhythm mi...