Life is the daily privilege of new discoveries about who I am. I evolve into more roles as my life continues towards its inevitable end. Many admirable hats have been worn throughout my existence, and some have come to an end. I've been a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife, a mother, an aunt, a sister-in-law, a daughter-in-law, a paid worker in the capitalistic system in our world, a business person, and a volunteer for many worthy causes over the years. The current role of writer and author is hopefully not the last step in my journey that began as a blank slate. I'm currently residing in the middle of the United States, literally.
Fallen leaves, yellowed. Hot winds blast during the day. Sweet Mangoes beckon.
Festival of Colours-Holi
Hues of fire on trees. Festival of hues on cheeks. Pristine moonlit night.
Wet stray on road, Searching for shelter from rain. Thunderclaps exhort.
An entry in Lockdown Dairy
Bare roads, sans human. Nature sets up symphony, With birds, bees and breeze.
The beautiful Taj Mahal-India
On Yamuna’s bank, Love’s monument pristine white; With the moonbeams vie.
Indian Winter nights
Winter nights- Sitting around a fire Waiting for the morn.
A cough, Cold air’s whiplash; Invites sufferers’ curse.
Long nights In a donated quilt. A homeless prays in sleep.
Goutam is passionate about poetry and writes whenever something or someone touches his heart. He lives in Kolkata, India and writes poetry in English, Hindi and Bengali. His book on English poetry “Hues of Life” (Notion Press) can be found at Amazon. He can be reached at email@example.com. Goutam blogs at Straight from Heart.