Sunday Talks

Sunday Poem By Tapas Dey

Marble society Bird's sweet song Roused me from my sleep. Two day's hunger Presented me the first sun light. The gentle...

I don't know who is more happy I don't know who is more happy when with soul's content ; I sink into some pleasant lair...

To the brim When everything will come to an end This body and mind Will mingle with the earth. This ego and wealth Will...

The best thing about a globalized poetic connectivity is that, it throbs with different souls. Life that gushes forth th...

Poem 1. MASS EXODUS: BACK AND FORTH Millions of legs, tight and stout, step out Of their weak doorsteps With their empty...

The Memory of the Silence Ashraf Aboul-Yazid, Egypt, March 13, 1963. Editor in Chief, THE SILK ROAD LITERATURE SERIES, W...

THE MOON HIDDEN IN THE MORNING SKY I was walking down the road. I looked up to see the sky. My mind was fresh without th...

Is Death ever a choice? The forlorn shrivelled taupe leaf sways down to the ground Indicating the metamorphosis that lif...

Let's hoist the tricolor Let's hoist the tricolor Hug everyone, Freedom is our bride now So smile... let's smile And let...

Reflections My heart is like the empty room I step into after I shower your memories resemble the three dew drops restin...