LOVEVINE

In the golden light of a burning wax mold... I see her twinkling eyes having the memories, old... She was worried about the tomorrow that is untold... I held her hand and promised to walk into the future, bold. Under the night sky calm and dark... I wish our love is always marked...with its entity as eternity...with its depth as divinity. She is in my arms, warm and cozy...complementing the air, rosy. It’s the darkness and a glass...

Just 10 SHOTS OF VODKA BEFORE VIVA…innumerable after it.

1. First one down the ducts. Ah! I wish I studied man. 2. Second one. Einstein? He failed in Physics. 3. Third one. Four months wasted for each semester. It’s half the time a sperm needs to be identified as something close to human. 4. Fourth one. You don’t need wings to fly. All you need is the wish to do so. 5. Fifth one. Dean is a dick head, three hour of exam can’t judge a student’s potential. 6. Sixth one. Winds. Darkness. Clouds. She. J 7....

Jinke gusse me bhi mere liye pyaar tha…

I could see papa bent down to kiss your forehead… I could see a drop of tear run down your cheeks... I could feel papa caress my curled fingers and your eyes flood with tears of joy… I was in her arms…looking at her face that shone in the joy of having me in her arms… I just wanted to know- Who else would have lived the pain… Who else would have shed their blood…just to kiss my innocent face… I could feel my papa’s finger in my clutch… I try to get...

TUMI ROBE NIROBE (You’ll remain silent in my heart)

With the light of dawn tracing its first streaks on the skin of the night shedding sky…and the air of living beautifully blanketed by the heart-warming melodies from the pages of ‘KOBI PRONAM’, the day couldn't have asked for a better start. On his 152nd birth anniversary we heartily remember the legend whose words had been a constant source of inspiration to us. The person who made history with his ink dipped feather, sitting by the window...

WHY ME??

By Sobhan Pramanik I was born like any other kid…till you drew the line of discrimination. When their innocence was kissed …I was earning myself a living. When they danced to joy as their parents got them balloons …I suppressed my hunger just to work longer. When they were held by the caring arms of their childhood …I was torn by the brutal present. I don’t have any regrets; but one question. Why me?? When they played with their...