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There is no one to call you!Every time my heart breaks,My heart is wounded,I explain to myself silently—There is no one to call you in this world.The one I loved,The one who loved me,The light that li...
None can fathom her beauty in younger days if they hadn't seen her wrapped tight in her teens in jaba-printed salwar kameez. There goes Her Majesty, passersby would purr, eyeing her honed features – the moon face, the button nose – as she sa...
The twenty-fifth of the month of Baisakh flows on— Another birthday coursing Towards the day of death. Seated on his movable stand At the border of minuscule births and deaths Who is the artist weaving A garland out of innumerable Rabindranaths...
O herald of the new, Let the auspicious hour of birth come around once again. Reveal yourself from the midst of a mist-filled sky Like the sun. Burst through the heart of the void and unveil yourself. Let life be revealed as triumphant Let the i...
Some years back, I had read of the restoration of the Ghalib haveli. The premises in 1995 had served as a heater workshop. It opened to the public in 2011 and has remained on my bucket list of literary heritage destinations. Zig-zagging through honey...
The pool was midnight blue, adorned by the reflection of thousands of stars. It blended perfectly well with my deepest, nearly-pitch-black blue robe – unabashedly studded with thousands and thousands of crystals – in perfect synchronisation with the...
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