Saturday, September 11, 2010


As it ticks and it tocks and it inches along
There will be no my side of the bed or the wardrobe
Somewhere sometime soon you shall no more
Miss me in Bengali or in any other tongue


Mithraah Indiirh said...

I don't know you (personally)... I have never met you (except if virtual familiarity counts) and yet I think I can miss you after reading this. :)

Bishan Samaddar said...

This is quite a discovery, my friend! Your use of language is very refreshing. You have for yourself the best standards of the language! Very happy to read your poems :)

Anonymous said...

your lines are a measure to stop by and lament or rejoice ? let it be a secret,truly nice !

Silver said...

Dear Friends;



Mist said...

HOw do u do are u so articulate n precise..i am in awe

Silver said...

I am really glad you like it.

Anonymous said...

Glad that I discovered ur blog by chance :)

Silver said...

Thank you Anon. I am glad to know it made you glad.