S O M E W H E R E I N C A L C U T T A I

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The night had settled in, the darkness encased the rooftop café, the summer breeze brushed our faces, it was time to go home..

Old red walls, dim yellow lights, wooden railings; the deserted stairway was gasping for a story to be told;

Suddenly everything ceased to exist, only the synchronization of heartbeats, till we found our lips crawling in search of unknown territory;

Your eyes glistened with love as my body pushed yours against the wall, moments overlapped, your odour stifled my senses yet again as my lips brushed against your skin tracing your body like a silhouette, numbness grew around us like creepers as we became oblivious to the knowledge of time..

the dull stairway, was now glowing with an intense hue and as you slipped your fingers between the gaps of mine while we walked down the sidewalk, the orange moon peeping amidst the dry leaves and streetlights, whispered, “You’re home!”

Was it a moment or was it eternity?

-animesh

She.

As i sit back on my lawn, letting the grass grow around me, unknowingly gazing at the streetlight ahead which is rather merely glowing, seducing the melancholic darkness; observing people around me, people sedated by monthly salaries;

And I’m swayed to her thoughts again, just like any other moment. An angel i never dreamed of yet dreamt, a girl i never imagined to love;

So how does she turn my heart into a raging beast, pounding and clutching my ribs with every touch?

For i braved to look beyond her skin, scars and bones, to gaze at her soul, which was a bouquet of all beautiful things which humans couldn’t dare to dream of.

She always questioned herself of not being good enough.

For

She is art,

She is poetry,

She is better.

-animesh

21st century love

what’s more disappointing than falling in love in our generation?

we have all fallen in love through radio waves..made love by tapping a screen..and discovered souls through digital photographs..

and, amidst all of it, unfriended soulmates..

-animesh

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Life or death

“There must be something in books, something we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.”

― Ray Bradbury

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Animesh Photography©

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