Sunday Talks

Poetry - Ketaki Datta

Durga is our passion Durga is our passion, Both latent and patent, Submerged in our confusion, Embedded in our emotions,...

BREEZY EYED INSPIRATIONS Breezy eyed inspirations Solace me a lot Place me where I should be When my treasures get lost....

Silent Love Drop a word … An earnest request goes unheeded as usual How deep your silence cuts ignominy enshrines My que...

To my Dolor I I took a sip of the crocus’s juice , these taste buds craves some spring hence My dry, dry lips and my ret...

A Rustic Beauty Your smile is strikingly infectious, Spreading joy all around, Your lips are petals of black rose; The g...

VOICES Voices in the head resound They will talk and guffaw loud, At every sombre pretension They sneer and smirk in uni...

Smell of Jehlum Thine rivers chripping from dawn till dusk are my nights of ecstasy from which freshness does flow with...

It appears as if this year has been cursed by some pious souls, making the people on the earth script their tales of sor...

Falling in Love (After Approximately Forever by C.D. Wright) Falling in love, Is hard I believe. You'll count your time...

The Meeting of Birds The sky was grey, cold ,and dark It couldn't be only a rainy day's mark. There were more birds than...