Dusk - Sudiptaa Bhattacharya The sky, Change its form. I sit alone, On a roof by norm. Just as a ritual, As they fly casual. They are the birds, That passed, bidding adieu, To the day.
Life - Sudiptaa Bhattacharya Life, a lease. Unaware of, Circumscribed tenure. In between, the phenomenon; Of birth and death. Meeting people, making bonds of blood and soul. A period, Though temporary it is, of joy and sorrow. Life it is, a bed of rose with thorns in it.