Saturday, 28 June 2014

Bombay, thou art sexy!

There is something about Bombay. There is something between Bombay and me. There is something between Bombay and the rest of the world.

First, I love her.

Yes, it’s a She. A "He" can never so erratic and so peaceful at the same time. So passionate, and yet so impersonal. So hard to get. So lonely inside, but still so proud. Yes, It has to be a She.

Do I yearn for her?

Yes. I do. And, badly!

Man (and His woman)

আমিই তোমার পুরুষ ,
আমিই তোমার জন্মভূমি॥

Sunday, 22 June 2014

যে শক্তি হইতে উৎপত্তি...

"জানোনা কি শিব
আমি তোমার শিবানী,
তোমায় গর্ভে ধরি আমি 
এখন হলিনু তোমার রমনী॥"

Saturday, 21 June 2014

Nothing like home

There were the waves. And then, there was the calm.

The humid of the sweat, the weight of the tired limbs, the relentless checking on time on the many devices that have rendered clocks a matter of the past. Breathes interrupted by sighs, light to heavy as the calendar counted down.

Right! There was no clock. There was no calendar either, except in their minds. No sound, no light, no touch, except for themselves. Wasn't that all to ask for?

Monday, 9 June 2014

Of confusions and confessions.. 2


Creative passion is linked to carnal passion by veins, or so they say. But an Agatha Christie still conceived her future story plots while doing dishes.


Of all fears, the fear of being happy is the worst. It does not just rot your present and your future, it rots you.


Only human beings can, or so I know.

What I don’t know is, is that a blessing or a curse?


The choice is simple. You find your equal, and they’ll try to exceed. They’ll, at the least, put themselves first. And you find a lesser, and they’ll wrap you up in cotton balls and treat you like a princess. Your choice!

Fair, but, oh so difficult!