I had a bag
It’s not exactly black but a bit dark
Just after the sun sets and
When birds fly to their nests,
That’s the darkness, the color of my bag.
I kept this bad in a corner of my house
There is a window too in that corner.
Usually I watch stars from that window
Looks like couple of tear drops on a dark drawing paper
Where glows your face.
I have not seen the bag for quite sometime now.
Not able to find too.
Searched a lot,
Not able to find it...
I am thinking of lodging an FIR today.
The cops might ask,
What was there in the bag?
How will I say, there was just one shirt,
I used to call it 'Dreams'.
BURDEN by Shobha Goswami
One of Shobha Goswami's finest paintings that I am so impressed with that at the first glance I could not resist myself linking it to my blog. She is one of the finest painters in the contemporary times and who is highly inspired by Nature's beauty. To know more about her works please click NISARGA
In one of the rooms of mine he studies,in another one he takes his meal, in one of them he sings ,sleeps in the other. He rents all the four rooms of my heart He is none but sorrow. - Nilim Kumar