Sweet companion, don’t leave just yet Together we’re bound, don’t forget we’ve travelled so far, no regret Life’s song ever sweet, our duet That’s all
Author: Manoshi Bose
Only Words
Oh but they’re only words, so how do they sting? Scarring souls and cleaving wing Hatred spewed stays carved in stone Like tentacles vile stripping
Rivers Tell Stories
We speak you know, me and my ilk. We whisper our tales, but only to those who really care to listen. My stories have swollen
The Slowest Grain of Sand
From dust to dust, travel we must whence once we stood like rocks April but lasted fleetingly December’s cold and long Haunted by friendships untended
Mahalaya and Bir Bhadra
Cerulean skies, air fragrant Cotton clouds and catkin swaying Expectant eyes scan firmament one thought on every mind playing Embers wafting thick clouds of myrrh
The Final Contract
There weren’t many like him, just a handful in his part of the world perhaps. He was a freelancer whose contracts came to him through
Gaia’s Orchestra
Like applause in rising crescendo, peepal leaves merrily rustle Ah! They welcome of a shy gust of breeze! Enraptured I sit, not missing a beat
Affiliation
Oh, we’ve walked a long way together… She leading first with her tender feet while I struggled to find mine… Her eyes bequeathing visions Though
Dirty Martini
The other girls stared blankly at the Maybach rolling into the wharf. It was a long time since it had ventured this way. If it
In Cold Blood
So you wronged me so, you tore me apart Scathing, your tongue lashed on untamed Scarring so deep my tender heart Sorry I did what
Paradise Recycled
Sophie phi activated her T-suit and with a thought command, fed in the co-ordinates to the tree house where the first sophie had left her
Life’s Rolling Mobius Strip
Rolling Mobius strip, future, present, past! Seconds, minutes, hours tick Ma’s scream crescendos, baby wails at last Dad smiles, cameras click A new family! Holding
Gone: A Stray
Hungry and tired the roads they roam Born unwanted, no place called home Bred they were for a human need They served so well, but
The Enigma That’s A Seed
A seed Tiny bead Secrets I hold In Cotyledon folds On life’s threshold Keeper of generations three Past, present and me! Sunny kisses, cradle dewy
The Simple Life
Bhoori had been waiting all year for Holi. Since the season changed and the nights got warmer, Bhoori’s best friend, Butbutia, too conspired with her
Let Her Scream
Let her scream her truths, not lies nor myths Underline, demarcate, castigate each attempt, each attack, each success Let her raise her voice high, not