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Words are superfluous

With inspiration like the Brahmaputra, the internal conflict is whether to put words to my feelings and kill it for myself but bring it alive for others or just be selfish.

The brahmaputra and the gulmohar

An almost bare tree on the banks of the brahmaputra

The boughs of the gulmohar threaten its flowers


A boat acknowledging the setting sun

fishermen after a day's work

Fokir !

Rickshaw colour riot



Nostalgia fills me up,

Like porridge fills a cup.

Viscous, slow-moving slime,

Twisting through my frame,

seeping into every cavity,

gagging every pore,

Rising in my throat.

At the throat,

it pauses,

As if to ponder,

To seduce

Or to throttle.

Nostalgia seduces her kill