Where are you , O' sweetheart ? The red roses are no more blooming In the garden of my heart. Shouldn't you come and water the plants From the fountain of joy ?
Many wonder what exactly a Tissue Paper Poetry is ! Well, it’s simply the spontaneous scribbling or short thoughtful writings done on otherwise discarded ubiquitous tissue papers. Making this a habit or a fancy hobby that friends loved and enthusiastically often asked for one from the other side of the table, I took it to my next level of excogitation by publishing a book as well as hosting a blog putting all the thoughts and facts here including the random discussions on the coffee table .
Apart from this I have been writing stories and opinions based on the current scenarios.
What are you waiting for ? Isn’t it the time to enthuse yourself with My Inklings …
I wanna ask, If we ever come across again... Do you think of me As many times as I do of you ?
The rivers, The sun, The vapours, They never came back again, But my thoughts.
Let's count the raindrops Falling from the sky . Let's count the stars Shining in the dark .
Escaping from you ? Never , Oh My beloved !
ଝର୍କାର ଆରପାଖେ ପ୍ରୀତିଭରା ବର୍ଷା ଏ ପାଖେ କୁହୁଳୁଛି ତୁମ ସ୍ମୃତିର ନିଆଁ ।