…and thus reminisce would be inked !!!

BANANI DAS CHOWDHURY, 12/05/2017…..   From nascent to ripe age the being would sail through the sea of existence On shore it would keep on collecting those gems of experiences In midst of sand I would keep those intact under the shell, the value of which they would read sometime or the other That’s why…

un‘Expressed’ !!!

BANANI DAS CHOWDURY, 12/04/2017….. That moment… When I took a deep breath Deep enough To exhale all those toxic gases that I accidentally consumed It felt afresh As if before that moment I never had known how was to breath How could I let the paper feel the pen that what a sea change it…

Ink-a-land !!!

BANANI DAS CHOWDHURY, 18/02/2017…..   When the blank paper floats in that sea of vacuum Words meet fury of storms to pen it down swift Diving against the high tides The ship of ink somehow harboured the being To an island of inkpot And… the iceberg of emotions melted Watering mine freezed feels to pour…

Sail Me through !!!

  BANANI DAS CHOWDHURY, 20/01/2017…..   Sometimes… I say on loop those words To assure it that… the vacuum echoes across the sea and… yoU listen onloop to what those waves says For… I know and let yoU know that… The ghost of storms of emotions on hold within creates that tsunami of feels that…

Beseech to Walk on that Beach !!!

  BANANI DAS CHOWDHURY, 06/11/2016…..   I want to go for a long walk with you…on bare foot by the sea side, walking upon the sands of that beach Watching out together the sunset and the sunrise Renewing our hopes over despair The cool breezes would keep on blowing to make our walk eternally blissful…

Ever-Green !!!

  BANANI DAS CHOWDHURY, 23/09/2016…   As barren as desert it was Dessicated seasons were passing on hold Thorny was the ambience And the scorching heat was adding… As if more salts to those wounds But yet deep inside had a belief so firm That thou would visit this place… As first showers of rain…

The “Color” Effect

BANANI DAS CHOWDHURY, 24/08/2016… If you and me look through the “prism” of this being, our sight might sense the dispersion of colorful light in it. Color is never blind for each one of it paints this life. If red means “love” to you it might mean “anger” to me and “loss” to another. So…