Monday, January 2, 2012

so in this story

"there is no poem for me on gooeyjournalism" re.

poems lekhchhu
tara publish gardina.

malai matrai dukha dinchhas? mora!


  1. the beauty of december
    is like the beauty of my heart
    when little sky pieces remind me
    that its been long
    that we've been apart

  2. that we need to start a new story
    sing new songs
    and like frogs of a monsoon pond
    we need to dance along

    to this fairly new tune
    that the winter is playing
    silently creeping into my blanket
    the fragrant chill
    of new born drops