Monday, August 13, 2012


And there lies a 'nouko'
a caravan of dreams
where the hoogly divides itself
a thousand broken fragments
of a dying Calcutta's hope and her fears
and her loves, and her tears

So I write again
in the shades of this lost evening
a crumpled prose resting on the shores of the ganges
opening with the damp greens and yellows of the city-lights
and closing here,
nestled in this river of mine
where her shores meet

and I have a home.

1 comment:

Divenita said...

What does a nouko mean?
Else, a very beautiful write!