What if we never learnt to measure time? If men never reached their prime? If enacting laws was the biggest crime? If Bombs resonated like wind chime? And Death tasted like a dash of lime?
He wanted to be rich. He wanted to be rich so desperately, that he could do anything for it. He wanted to be rich so that he did not have to think Before spending the 100 rupees in his purse....
It’s a gloomy cloudy day; I run with all my might, There’s a Dinosaur behind me, She says everything is alright. I search for a compassionate face; The ants have closed shop, They say look even deeper, Find the first...
Beyond the horizon of furor Rests my philopolis, Where love takes tint like Sun through the day. Where a song shapes dreams Of lush spring plums. Words weave wisdom
Bombay – Thy presence is a mirror to my dreams, To visit thee, my heart screams! Being one with thee, was all I needed, Delays galore, by and by I succeeded. Thy first sight came in a flourish,
My life without me, A speculum through which I see, Hermes’ lies and Thoth’s folly, An awakened flower, pleading for a bee.
One of the most promising, young and talented writers, Emon Kalyan Dutta makes her debut as an author with “Mirror of Muse”.
Yellow Pages of My Life I feel scared To explore the box of reminiscence. Who knows,