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Freckle The rain was unflinching; through the bus window. The old North Calcutta houses went past. Sometimes, there was nothing like a cool Calcu..

ReprimandI hope one day it all turns upAnd doesn’t endI hope when you kiss my china white cheeksWithout hate or cringeI hope I turn redAndI hope..

The Folly of Solitude The sky has taken me for granted. It doesn't wear its grey cassock I so much wanted it to wear. It's too hot t..

Black coffee In the cold white of the saucer, Sits a coffee-brim like an eyeball. Voices murmur, and Banter too, Is around. I speak, I liste..

Woman As the raging wheels clasped the watertight street And the trapped maelstrom slurped the kick in, Just as he was only a member he’d ..

The White Horse The white horse danced past in curlicues along the wet sand. Its shadow changed places like a leprechaun. ..

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