By Santwana Chatterjee on April 26,2008
 I wish to be in the greens Where the sky kisses the grass And when the thunderous cloud blows its trumpet Echoing the ocean’s call in a rumbling tone- I wish I was there and not alone Savouring the redolent earth, Drenched and heady With Jasmine, and Champak offering their fragrant wine. They all seem ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on April 02,2008
 He waited with throbbing heart ; He waited with impatience ; Counting the seconds.. And she came and passed him by ; Not looking not giving a glance, He did not know why.. She went from room to room Chatting and laughing People cheered her Every move, gobbled her word like wine.. Unknown to him she ... [full story]
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By Genevieve Barr on April 01,2008
 . An Indian love story faint hints, vague touches quiet looks. Eyes drip with understanding. Bodies heave with conversation. sweet breath, whispered scent on pink magnolia wings. Kissed silence Beautiful things. [full story]
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By Mukesh Williams on June 27,2007
 In a fine drizzle, A woman steps out Of a rotenburo Enveloped in a Translucent garment.NoteRotenburo: a Japanese outdoor hot spring [full story]
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By Mukesh Williams on June 27,2007
 1. The white rose tells you Nothing of your conceit, it Scatters in the wind.2. The old summer moth Merges with the brick wall, then, Teaches subterfuge.3. Hydrangea blossoms Dazzles the young swallow; It stops twittering. 4. The Chinese citron And the persimmon, compete For the ochre yellow.5. Girls in umbrellas Hurrying home on their ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on February 16,2007

Will you be my mate?
Will you share with me?
My melancholy tunes
Of the lonely afternoons
Like the barren meadow?
Would you hold them in you?
Let me get lost into your innocent eyes for a while
Please come running into my bosom
Don’t get scared of me
Don’t say I am a fool
Ride ... [full story]
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By Mukesh Williams on June 25,2007
 In a light drizzle An old French style shop, Wafts a warm coffee smell. A soft piano music, Quiet between An occasional Clutter of cups, Chopping of salad, A brief conversation, A pretty waitress In white and crimson dress, A drizzle of piano music And nothing else to do, No hurry, Just a quiet reflection ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on January 03,2007
 My heart yearns for you;
But silence greets me
Far and near.
In my heart of hearts I know
Surrender!
And you will be there.
I know not where from I became;
Nor where I shall end.
Let the darkness of ignorance melt
Let knowledge dawn on me,
And let it be felt
Small as my ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on December 28,2006
 He winked an eye
Now I shall die
Moaned Love
He had a body of burning passion
Eyes full of fire
She was only a lonely soul
Pining for a heart of gold
Loosing her way in Love’s desire.
The sun was shining in his eyes
The moon in her heart
With downcast eyes ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on December 28,2006
 It is true my heart pined for you;
It is true I wanted you,
In the eastern sky glazed the sun
I craved for our souls to be but one.
The sun in the middle came like a ball of fire
I longed for you with burning desire,
I look at the sun setting in the West
The ... [full story]
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