Picnic baskets and gramophones, Rickety bicycles and cinnamons, A tree showering us with flowers, On an old school picnic we are two lovers. She brought some cakes, I, some wine, Strawberries too, and a box of sunshine. Under the shade, she lay on my lap, I read her my stories, while she took a nap….
Himalayas – A Tribute
She wears a coat of soft snow, Carries a heart of rocks she doesn’t show. She fences the Siberian winds, cold and shrewd, Giving us the gift of warmth and food. Touches her when the monsoon clouds, Shy she is, makes them turn roundabout. The black sky then makes landfall, And gifts the Indian plains…
Last Flight
Late one evening, in some distant corner of the world, a little boy held on to the little finger of his grandfather and said, “I too want to fly like those birds. Can you toss me up in the air”? Grandpa laughed and replied, “What more do you wish for”? The little boy thought for…
Flower and the Bee
She was beautiful, a bright blue, Wearing a shiny coat of morning dew. Her sweet nectar was too much to resist, So I dived into her and kissed. The wind blew hard, we held on to each other, She could have swayed and kicked me rather. Her delicate petals didn’t want to be free of…
Shubhodeep Roy 