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.
Night to Hope - Sudiptaa Bhattacharya It's night, It's dark. The clouds, On stars. Shimmering behind, Can't be seen. A Kokila marks, Hailing the dawn. Golden glows, Behind the white clads. The journey ends, Through glimmering dawn.