31st of December 

Here comes, here it is,  The last day, but not ‘the last’. The last day of another yearly span.  Not the last tip of life string, But the last tip of personal sins.  The last, but the end.  With the moon that’ll sink, Will bring the sun of hope.  The see or not to see…

Little moments of wonder 

It’s the Christmas season!  Just as any other day you’re returning home from work..  Your car stops at the traffic signal and your car window gets tapped by little fingers of a young girl selling Santa toys..  They look cute and you buy one for your child… “Ah! My little daughter will be so happy…

Come back! 

I am in search, in search of you,  You’re gone quite early  The absence say something is due  Long lost it is which seems like yesterday  Days were beautiful  Everyday.  Annoying you were, well at times  Wanted the time with you to come to an end.  Who knew without you I would be writing rhymes? …

Can we rest the rage? 

Rest the rage for a while Push off the cope of abhorrence Then you shall find a smile The guns, the barrage, the musket When did they bring bliss? But human bodies decorated in buffet. Oh please! Will you shut the shop of partition? Where you just destroy each other Just in the name of…

Gestures pay off

♥ Respect a writer a little more,  for they don’t play with hearts but with words. ♥                                   ~Madhurima Basak