The clouds of autumn before Durga puja;
the wind thereby from the east,
brings along celebratory mood afloating
and the joy of long awaited feasts.
The Beautiful Odd Day
It's a beautiful day!
The sun's on it's way, I feel the wind in my hand.
I can see some clouds, that's crowding the mounts,
It's gonna rain, I can feel the coolness in my mind.
Is love the sweetness of flower,
Or is it a feeling deep enough to penetrate our heart.
Is it a cloud cover after a hot sultry noon in tropical summer,
Or is it a child's comfort in his mother's arms.
Mending The Broken Heart
The heart it speaks a thousand words
And would never retreat,
Thinking of the hand that was
There to carefully make pieces of it.
The kid in me wants to laugh
Wants to go all places.
Fears nothing, nothing at all
Enjoys every breath with fun.