Time
like a falling stone
through yellow green foliage
through sunlight of the liquor tea.
Feelings
half understood
After half a life
Sometimes
Pebbles on the stream bed.
Then
Life
is that love
as the gold fish.
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Kanchenjongha
About Me
- Tapas Bandyopadhyaya
- Just soaking it in and floating around, generally. There was a general direction burnt in at age 13 or so, but the turns taken, sometimes ill-judged and without much consideration, have kept taking me away from where I wanted to be. They tell me I am trapped. I can see that in their eyes. But I tell myself "No, baby. No. It aint over yet."
Harbour
by Rana Mukherjee
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