Raja Chakraborty writes

Death By The Waters

have you ever thrown
a pebble
to dissolve your
picture on the water?
to die in them
for lingering moments
like you die everyday
in so many stories
life writes for you

Water Ripple Face -- Avik Sarkar

Raja Chakraborty writes

The Man Who Sold Rainbows :

He was selling rainbows
Below the almond tree
Blue skies and snowflakes
And raindrops for free
Singing rivers and moons
And forests where fairies live
Let me tell you a secret
Were hidden in his sleeve
He sold silver clouds and
Winds that danced and played
Heaps of such goodies
In his magic basket lay
Gold stars and sunshine
And waves from faraway sea
You can buy at a pittance
If one could only see
The man of many shadows
That came alone in night
When eyes are tightly shut
And there is no light
So keep dreaming my friend
You may meet him some day
The man who sold rainbows
Who knows .. who can say

Seller of Dreams -- Yury Smirnov

Raja Chakraborty writes

The Sunflower Trail

I walked her

Footsteps
Warmth of soil
On my feet
Bifurcating the
Sunflowers
Yellow sea of
Her memories
From buds
To blossom
They tell
Her story
Every fallen
Petal, her face
For she lived
In the flowers

Girl with Sunflowers -- Mandrak