Books: Lover forever, makes strong friends, permanent enemies.
Flower: Softness or is it hallucination.
Brotherhood: Feeling towards a brother that needs to be chiseled for a man particularly.
Responsibility: Easy and difficult to know when to jettison it.
Night: 12 hours of silent howling.
Wind: Unkempt thoughts in mind, suddenly.
Lie: Moment’s Yes, Moment’s No.
Uncivility: As if its our democratic right to be rude.
Ink–Fountain Pen: Green, Red, Blue–clarity.
Day: Each day, witness to a memorable event.
TV: All spectators or are there some attentive readers too?
Year: Relations and wonder anew.
Liking: Shifting of the unliked.
Hearing: Unsaid, once in a while uttered.
Dead Man: Burning pyre or a puppet in an airconditioned room?
Personality: The protocols of knowing each one distinctively.
Dignity: A pot made of a different metal.
Birth: To let oneself be part of a new beginning.
Love: A strange giving, a time of giving.
Traffic Jam: Lines of jet planes on the road, as if all will qualify for future exams.
Gotra: Never begins fresh like morning dew.
Indifference: Cruel, barbed manner of speaking.
Time: Sharp, breaking brook– now slowing, hastening now…
Spot: No detergent can undo.
Sreyashi Goswami is a poet and a traveller.