Sunday Talks

Sunday Translation By Asim Bhattacharya (Original: Manas Sar...

Wait By: Asim Bhattacharya (Original: 'অপেক্ষা' by Manas Sarkar) It’s the Nor’Westerly storm. Raindrops with a rustic s...

The Nocturnal Visitor Pray, I, you to be nocturnal visitor, To adore me like the moon's to the lake! Reflecting your gr...

LIGHT With thanks to Yunna Morits The potion from the wizard's cauldron peeled off my soul. Left a scar. The soft neon...

Love in the Time of Corona Touch me not dear For I can no longer blush in shy Rather out of fear I’ll surely die No mor...

Free Time Free time is a myth I wonder, Like a small candy as a bribe, Expections justified nicely, strongly, By thos...

The Solo Traveller To Home I am on my way home, A home where never I am at home! The twilit sky is too walking with me....

The Young-Old Lady After long, it's after quite a long time; Thought if, what I have to meet a dentist? It started as a...

The monsoon memories…of Reflection and Pensive moods The monsoon melodies and the reflections create a soundscape about...

Simple Medicine Seeds- Fruit- Bark - Root Leaves - Flowers- Stems Utilised to extricate the remedy Each nation glorifie...

Gratitude: for Gratefulness The earth, nature endeavours bearing diverse lives In very moments of ecstasies and agonies...