As the sunset hangs on a cloud, A weary me sits and dreams Of your lyrical verses, Where autumn days and delicate moons Spoke of simpler times. When there were sounds of laughter and scents of spices In the lustrous Bazaars of Hyderabad. When maidens wearing...
I close my eyes And see I hear I feel I feel your Good morning And the freshness of Golden dewy mountain mornings. I feel your Good night And the love in Silver moonlit mystic nights. I open my eyes And see I hear I feel You with me. ...
The sheer rock face threw a challenge We accepted it. The myth talked about a flying tiger We accepted it. The shenanigans of an ancient monk Reinvented with passing time. We accepted it. The journey should end At the hermitage, We accepted it. The...
কয়েকদিন হল, সকাল আসতে খুব দেরি করছে। যখন আসে, চুপ করে থাকে। রাত আসে, যেতে চায় না। কত কথা বলে। বোধহয় ভালোবেসে ফেলেছে আমায়। রাতের সঙ্গে আমার খুব মিল - আমিই যে রাত। বেশ কয়েক মাস সকাল আসছিল কাছে, তাড়াতাড়ি। তারপর হঠাৎ কি যে হল ? শুধু বলে, “ভালো থেকো, খুশি থেকো।...
The sadness in your eyes so subtle & delicate and when I asked you, you just smiled with whispers trapped in time.
The wilderness beckons me like stories with happy ending and save myself from ruins of life
Somewhere in the journey of life I lost my smile. Somewhere in the journey of life I lost my innocence. Somewhere in the journey of life I lost my faith. Somewhere in the journey of life I will lose my sense. - Sravasti Ghosh Dastidar Kolkata, 25th February...
The Cloud-covered Tale The stone witnessed; The road felt; The leaves and The breeze had a story to tell. The dust and the clouds covered the trail. "Not for all," they said, "is the tale." Text & image: Sravasti Ghosh Dastidar September 1, 2019....