The Street That...
/… vacant street one late evening
The shops were locked, the arcane breeze whiffed
Through, as though waiting for my advent. Silence,
Shadowed by the echoes…
By Orbindu Ganga
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Lost In Time, Echoes...
/… forgot to gargle her smile.
Looking through the window,
The canvas was so quiet; the wind
Has forgotten its path. The…
By Orbindu Ganga
Read MoreLeaving The Space...
/… the omnipotent
In pursuit of sensing bliss,
The diurnal clock withered
In the midst of the flow…
By Orbindu Ganga
Read MoreSoulful Reflections
/...search of the divinity,
I crossed many paths.
Asking me to surender,
I asked whom to...
By Orbindu Ganga
Read MoreThe Sigh Of A…
/...for a stranger, she yearned.
For years, through missives she let
Her heart pen words with ...
By Orbindu Ganga
Read MoreThe Undefined Self
/... form you shall see:
Many inveigle the thought; your
Perspective shall wither into ...
By Orbindu Ganga
Read MoreEchoes Of Truth
/... in love with the night,
I love the darkness surrounding
Her, the poise tunes her silence,
Leaving many tacit words...
By Orbindu Ganga
Read MoreCleansing The Weeds
/...voices, no longer tacit,
Rebellion of the once-softened will,
The knot untied, exploitation revealed,
No longer concealed...
By Orbindu Ganga
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