Silence speaks 🌱

In a world that searches for new destinations and journeys… Between what I know and have forgotten and what I know not and struggle to remember You will find how much steady l’m And looking at me…. It reflexes several pieces of mine Most of those are colourless. I am left with nothing but the… Read More Silence speaks 🌱

Life

I walked through the dark lanes I have seen all kind of pains, Then I heard your voice I thought I can make a choice, When I saw you smile I knew that’s your style, You made me so happy Things were gone those were creepy, Then I fell in Love You came into my… Read More Life

We are in love🌹

Wherever I have gone I have been led to you… I am lost in you and found in you… My life has been better since the day I found you.. It’s only your smile,which remind me to wake up early. When I would try to hold your hands with mine, You would look at me… Read More We are in love🌹

The Shadow

A shadow was … Read More The Shadow

Nothing lasts

A bud once appeared, It blossomed and spread fragrance, It would be withered; A star once shone up in the high, It emitted light, It would burn into ashes in the sky; A river started flowing from a glacier, It nourished lives on its way, Would meet the ocean and stop flowing ever; Sense of… Read More Nothing lasts

Learn to live

We keep on digesting things that we eat in every form, physical or mental. Life goes on with all the changes it could possibly adopt. Life is like water flowing to the deepest part on the path. So just relax, pain will be there but the final outcome will be enjoyable.

If you are beautiful!

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder is an old saying. If you are beautiful in your mind then you see everything beautiful. A freeman always wish everyone be free. An artist see the excellence in every part of imperfections. A criminal is always cautious as he thinks everybody else is no different. We… Read More If you are beautiful!

Another Painting

Medium: Acrylic on Canvas Year: 2015 Artist: Manas Halder

Nasha

The writer was dreaming and dreaming and kept on dreaming. He couldn’t sleep. His head had become a fermented dough, and he wrote the Hindi poem with his limited stock of words. You may enjoy just by reading it if you could or may gift a set of wings to your imagination that you might… Read More Nasha