Nai

“What if you lose your muse?
Your mind will keep searching for an unknown palm, an empty core of clustered starry moisture, a broken harmony of a long lost song.
Your heart will trample across moments, scattered here and there hoping to smile through a blank verse, an unmade sculpture, a void cosmos walking through a violet sky.
And your soul?
That, a sparkle of a crimson sun will dance along the glitter of a fragmentary dream, and in a love that clutches you in transience of an eternity, hold your breath in a paradise of a vibrant vision, and there you will find your muse again, once again.
So what if you lose your muse?”
― Debatrayee Banerjee

“She is a poem in herself.”
― Avijeet Das

“As you entered the room
stirring air with suppleness of walk,
waking up the stillness with jingles of cymbals,
making curtains dance to the sound of bangles:
aroma wafted into air from canvas and copybooks,
my paintbrush grew restless,
and pen became enraptured;
my eyes, and hands. and this and that
became electrified.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“she is a poem
in herself...”
― Avijeet Das