Authorz: murari sinha

when a glass of water is turned upside down there grows a hill of sanskrit words all terraces of her body are painted with the…

the portraits by sun-rays continue to stagger the gravitational force is so strong after tearing of the pocket fall down the gas-balloon the myrobalan and…

taking one step forward i drive away the coldness from my lips during the parts of the kissing-time the green celsius rises continuously the dead-bodies…

the village of the birds is on the other side neighbouring to it is the smiled-face hermitage of the police all the 5s and 7s…

the train sends invitation in the fresh afternoon putting steps on the stair-case of the old earthen house remains incomplete when the wrist-watch permits leave…

oh water-moon your salted-relation with the married-deer and the river-proneness of the blunt-headed nail become known to the ducks that are born of the same…

the more the fertility of the sleeves grows the more you pick up lakes of sweet-water without having received any invitation-card and without touching them…

today you take some ornaments from the colour of the shower of rains oh the nocturnal race of my horses after much brain-work the craftsmen…

speak out if you know anything about the bird that has theft the handkerchief the tales you have told so long are all about the…

say where should i keep all those foot-prints having no lineage from whose paraffin-in-the-palms has taken birth so much monsoon rain-falls why the seagulls of…

the ice-cream gets asleep on the tongue of the snake here and there i complete the exchange of sun-beams with others while involved in laughter…

how more would you become rosy oh white paper on which the city is drawn while inventing new tricks everyday to make people laugh the…

from the clouds passing out of sight come down some slippery hills mosses continue to grow on the t-shirts that are eroded by the mistaken-sunbeams…

this battle-field consists of all touches of metals and non-metals and its deafness is there any secret dealings in the temperature of the field of…

after giving birth to so many sea-shores the transparent lip of the wax-bird remains virgin as it was so within the eyes of the kapalik…

i’ve picked up an utterly forgetful sun-rise from the deep of the wings of the hyacinth with it till now i’ve made literate one thousand…

before going to bed it is to be checked thoroughly if there lays any carbon-paper under the bed-cover now-a-days some upstart pelicans become so disobedient…

the right-hand has no means to procure it’s daily food and the left-hand is as if it were the son of a king the local…

everyday on my way to return home from the school when my mom took hold of my hands i could see in my body the…

even-then after so much disaster i can save some fallen leaves i become greatly devoted to the grief for you the stream also complies the…