Sunday, June 19, 2016. I still remember the first time I met her. It was a hot April Sunday afternoon. We had bonded momentarily over the works of Satyajit Ray. There was nothing extraordinary about her. Just another culturally inclined Bengali woman. So what do ya think? Friday, February 10, 2012. You tower high above me;. And yet you never look down.

You are the one! My journey of life. Life to me is a journey, you never know what may be your next destination! Sunday, November 10, 2013. Etched upon my heart! Sunday, November 10, 2013. Time flies when you are in my arms. My nights more peaceful, when you cradle yourself on my chest. It is you who makes me glow inside with love and desire. You hold a special place in my heart which no one can ever replace. No one makes me feel so loved and at peace.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty. And yet he was alone unaffected by the beauty around him. Sitting in a deserted coffee shop by the seaside, sipping a cup of black coffee. But it was his own web of lies! He told the.

The misleading ramblings of an exasperated mind perpetually lost in the insanity of the worldly existence. My Hand at Poetry v1. Monday, May 13, 2013. Every time I look in the mirror. Bygones become a tiny bit clearer. Emotions that were sad and bitter. And the ones that shone aglitter. Times may not be that was dreamt about. Light has been cast on those hovering doubts. Life has meandered on a different route. With abundance of joy throughout.