April and I often stay at Club 39 When we are in Greece I have just finished my book Angle Mort which is a thriller Set amongst the Greek Islands We have decided to rest here Before I start the sequel April is a boutique poet Who writes in several languages I wish I had…
Jibanananda’s life came to a sudden end by way of a road accident when he was only fifty five On 14 October 1954, he was crossing a road near Calcutta’s Deshapriya Park when he was hit by a tram Damn that tram Sam Damn that fucking tram
I have a friend Who will be hung tomorrow We have not known Each other for that long I have struck up A friendship with a mayfly We have not known Each other for that long
Heavy tunnels over country lanes Blossoms dripping from hanging trees Fields being readied for harvest days Orchards bare yet already busy Nothing had prepared me For this wonderful journey 17th April 2025
I have just seen the light It is not an urban legend It happens once a year On the occasion of his birthday But is it the morning sun Or something far greater
