Had there been not that dense misty fog
the redness of your pullover would have been missed
after all, my car was held in the traffic
and you passed by the window of the car
like a newly woken rose, vibrant and cheerful,
opening her eyes to the world
curious, soft and so kind!
The car moved on after a few moments
and you disappeared in the fog.
Put my face into the valley of grass
discovered how like a secret
a rivulet flows there all the year-round,
and how pink lotus blooms there too,
just beside the rivulet,
waiting for my arrival.
A Short Conversation
‘Are you there?’
‘okay, wait, opening the door…’
The door opens with a creaking sound
the hall looks splendid, mellowed light all over,
The paintings that adorned the walls jeered at me
Moinak is a teacher by profession and a published English fiction writer and poet. Got two critically acclaimed English literary fictions to his credit namely "online@offline" and "in sarch of la radice". Many short stories and poems and essays by him found their ways in dailies, magazines, journals and webzines. Lives at Kolkata. Loves to do travel photography.