by Prasanta | Jul 26, 2016 | Quotes
“You love the roses – so do I. I wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain from off the shaken bush. Why will it not? Then all the valley would be pink and white and soft to tread on. They would fall as light as feathers, smelling sweet; and...
by Prasanta | Jul 23, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
I discovered the lake that summer Deliberately arriving to see stars at midnight Reflecting like white diamonds In silken waters I heard the crickets Familiar, comforting sound Lulled me to sleep as a child Like a soft, summer rain Under lacy pines...
by Prasanta | Jul 8, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
It was a snap-decision Pretty soon fog and mirrors Multiplied I couldn’t discern the way out Something true, something lovely, Something good, something excellent Existed – outside the fun maze. From where had I come? Mazes are lonely places A strange sort of...
