Memories of Paris

“Hi! Is that the Eiffel tower that can be seen from the balcony of my hotel room”? “Oui c’est le cas!” The lady at the reception probably sensed my bewilderment and realised her mistake. “Yes, It is! Is this your first time to Paris?” “Yes! I am on a short official visit to one of … Continue reading Memories of Paris

Water Lilies

To be heard, Seen, acknowledged, Rise above the multitude; Like the water lily- Its head raised to the sky and Petals stretched out In salutations, Like a twirling dervish- His arms raised in “sajdaa” To the almighty. Copyright @ Goutam Dutta Continue reading Water Lilies


The judgement had been delivered. The guilty one sat in his solitary cell waiting the ultimate freedom; of the liberation of the soul from the body, of the shedding of the current body before it entered another body- like donning of a new garb. It was a moonlit night outside and the moonbeams had the … Continue reading Repentance

My Words..

Those words, Already seemed stale, fetid, Begging for a release. Trapped inside the numerous folds Of the brain, They craved for fresh air; To be heard, Understood, Caressed by lips, Loved by hearts, Other than mine.   So I set them free, To blow in the wind, Floating with the breeze, Dangling on strings Outside … Continue reading My Words..

Begone Oh Twilight…

Oh twilight! Why have you decided To prolong your display today? Why do you want to tempt the world With your hues today? Can’t you just disappear and Let the night take over? Your hues today are in any case, Not brighter than the hues I wear this evening; The pink of my lips The … Continue reading Begone Oh Twilight…


Do you see fear in my eyes? Anxiety-perhaps? At the moment I seek empathy. From all of you and definitely from him for whom I am supposed to be-a gift!   What a strange nature you people have; picking me up, whisking me away from my family just because you like me!   Isn’t there … Continue reading Gift

The Child Within

Creations are always precious. Every creator puts his mind and soul into creating the most unique thing. A child’s beauty is unparalleled. Pristine and unsullied his innocence draws admiration and adulation. A child is a bundle of joy, who must be nurtured to spread joy all around. Alas! The demons of desire and selfishness are … Continue reading The Child Within

Voice From The Sky

Some things never age. They remain embedded in our thoughts and prove their existence from time to time on some pretext or the other. We value them. We value their sudden intrusions in our lives, probably because they are associated with something worthwhile from our past. Memories are what we gather throughout our lives; picking … Continue reading Voice From The Sky