Posted in poem

When the clouds disperse

When the clouds disperse
even if your curtains are closed
you will know.
the extra light may not seep in
but the songs of birds will
their joyous symphony
to celebrate sun’s warmth
on their wet wings.
Their joy will break the flimsy
barriers of curtains and doors
to fill up your heart
with their ecstasy.

This is a sure way of knowing if the rain has stopped down here in Kolkata, whenever they start singing merrily it means the rain has ceased ๐Ÿ™‚

Posted in twins

Why twins (Agnishatdal and Agnijaat) not one?

Sheepish apologies from the creator, please accept that first!

When this idea first popped in my mind I was thinking of a monthly ezine with my works, then the idea came why not get works of some of my friends, whose works have taught me the true skills and joys of writing, so I posted some mails, quite confident that wont get any answer, then they started pouring in.

Before I realized my bag was full with beautiful works of my friends… but… what about my muse? who is always jumping with this and that? if I add them together they will make a whopping 200 page magazine.

I know the reading span of today’s readers too well to try something like that, and honestly though it is a world of freebies but I am not much into that, because I believe people should pay some tribute to Goddess of creativity (not me, Goddess Saraswati) ๐Ÿ™‚ freebies are easily tossed in bins. So I had to snip the magazine till I decided it was dirt cheap for 1$, and then I realized there was no space for my works in it ๐Ÿ˜‰

So came Agnijaat with my works only, because honestly Musie, my muse is a slave driver and she is always demanding more works… so I will separate the departments and two sisters will have two worlds of their own.

Hope you will like them both!