Whose fault was it?I asked to the setting sun.Was it spring that blossomed from your long, flowing hair?Or was it the soft kisses you laid on my heart with a mother’s care? Whose fault was it?I asked the lonely, blue bird.Was it your eyes that promised me a future full of light?Or was it the…

All will eventually wither away with time.The sunsets when we met,the dark nights we wept.The distances that caused pain,flooded Kolkata streets of monsoon rain.Everything would burn with an ember glow.Only the dreams where we used to meet will remain etched in eternity. Everything will face a life of slow decay.The houses we built on the…

The river that flows in between us.Emanating from the serene shores of your soul,untouched by the cruel ploys of society.Will my care ever be able to do justice to its waters,or will my tips of my heart just pollute it and kill all that it holds. The river that flows in between us.Carrying the sweet…

You are an island, I made up in my head.Unreachable for the mortals,no place for the earthly dread.You are an island, I made up in my head. You are an island, I made up in my head.Where the sunsets beckons,and the paints the waves red.You are an island, I made up in my head. You…

My love is like a bottomless pit,where even the sins doesn’t dare venture.On a throne of thorns my heart sits,founded on remorseless gestures.You walked in into a room of terrors,that was supposed to be your garden.You were left bleeding by all the errors,drowning forever in the pouring acid rain. Your flesh will burn within the…

Once the drizzle painted my blue windows,with a story of a childhood filled with hope.Now I just lie on the morgue floor with no windows,with a decadent reality I try to cope. Death is my final answer to all your prayers,with blood will be written the poems I had scribbled.As I struggle to escape despair’s…

What’s more brighter than the sun?Your hair during the Manhattan sunset,or the bright orange leave clovers?What’s more engaging than the orchestra?Your words spoken to me during apocalypseor the Christmas lights on fifth Avenue? What’s more lost than the abandoned bird?Your heart on a cool spring night,or the Coney Island bound last train?What’s more rewarding than…

The part of you I carry with me,tucked in the safest corners of my soul,hidden from the world outside.That part of you flows like a brook,nurturing life in my veins,gives birth to a me everyday. The words of you spoke in private,poems of love and proses of misery,carrying the weight of your gentle heart.Those words…

Neon reflections on my car windows,highlights the ancient lives of ghosts,of a city burdened by your absence.Forgotten children of forlorn skid rows,crying out to their unwelcoming hosts,pleading for a glimpse of your innocence. Under the dim lights of a shady neighborhood,abandoned flowers seek the company of lost men,secretly wishing to hold on to the hope…