Sunday Talks

Poems - Tushar Biswas

I've seen you coming from the flames of grass And my dawns you've swallowed with tides and tough Those clouds just bent,...

A long distance love Sometimes, I feel like running far away But when I, see your face i wanna stay Sometimes, I feel li...

I could feel something, Not a void like other days, Sitting on the wet grass, Gazing at the stars, I could feel somethin...

Torn Portrait This isn't the first time You sit there in half light like a cracked portrait, tossed into abandonment int...

Free Voice Crying out loud We announce our arrival into this world We lisp, mutter, make sounds learn to speak our mothe...

Teach, Taught, Teaching, Teacher…???? Yes, this random reflective thought just came to my mind when I think about the ch...

Pranab Mukherjee left for the final abode: The End of an Era: A Reflection With the sad demise of our ex President Mr P...

The Tulips in White “My heart is yours It's you that I hold on to That's what I do And I know I was wrong But I won't l...

Travelling through the Pandemic-A reflection upon Time Travelling through the pandemic has always been something more th...

Dark Green The colour of green on blood soaked dirt Which gives most of them their setting When I think of this beauty a...