Abhijit Sengupta

“These pages were once blank, they were my unprospected lands. Here, the streams and hillsides I would have traced, the pathways and streets I would have mapped, here, the pavilioned city I would have built, with its golden domes, its towering spires, its proud, fluttering flags. I will never build it now.”
― Poile Sengupta, Inga

“Nor will I ever find that walled garden where the hibiscus blows, with sweet musk roses and eglantine. Where stamens of rain fall on warm, white breasts.”
― Poile Sengupta, Inga

“Death is most ungovernable, unmethodical, unruly, unreasonable. Death mocks. It jeers.”
― Poile Sengupta, Inga

“You who have walked with me these seven steps, become my best companion, my dearest friend. We shall share the same gardens, the same sunlight, we shall cross the same threshold, we shall share the same hearth. We shall welcome the same days and the same shy nights. I shall be the sun, you shall be its light; I shall be the light, you shall be its brilliance. I shall be the moon, you shall be its silver. I shall be the earth, you shall be its patience. I shall be the waters, you shall be its sanctity. I shall be the sky, you shall be its stretch of stars, I shall be the wind, you shall be its centre, I shall be all the seasons, you shall be their promise. For you, I shall be the lampflame, you shall be my stillness.”
― Poile Sengupta, Inga