In memory-GAYA. (Poetry)

I search you in your
Faded bricks,in your
Colours incomprehensible,
Your barren mornings,in
Those sly nights.
Your pretentious laugh
Talks of that past
Flickering in your corners,
But those eyelids hide the
Present;shattered behind
The dusty mist.

That CLICHÉD CONTRAST.

Of a Clichéd Contrast We heard while growing up, that of Dark and Bright, that of Silence and Noise. It is years that will make you feel, what this Contrast you hear of really means. Place: Audrey House,(~160 years old building) Ranchi, Jharkhand, India.

On a Bicycle to KANHARI.

What Kanhari am I talking about? A hill in my town Hazaribagh(India) in whose vicinity I grew up. These pictures take the lead in talking to you, while I muse lightly,sitting on the edge.  I have no plan to tell you how inclined you will be towards Nature if you grow up in its Green,…