Sunday Talks

Sunday Poem By Kunal Roy

'A CANDLE LIGHT DINNER' A rain swept evening. The drops hang from the leaves' edges, mercury lowered - cool breeze, shri...

•√SHEIKH MUJIBER RAHMAN S....Sagacious & spendiferous soul , I salute your service to the society . H..Honour and di...

Shadow of analogs I pass through the metaphors of every eve's flesh. The filigree of incidents covers my corporal existe...

Amen It was my realization and I knew what was a cremation It was eighteen when I wasn't anymore a teen I had my father...

Footprints Our life may be so short Like the morning dew that's gone as the sun rises But remember we're all created for...

Home Like an homecinema on your eye You ask yourself why What is home? The source? Who is rich has never enough And misl...

Kolkata in the Spring

desert storm Caught by wind In the name of the storm Desert storm Blinded by the sand All leads to nowhere When you’...

For I Have Promises To Keep For three scores and seven years My life is as climbing a mountain so high. I wish to view t...