Oh Kolkata, how torturously beautiful can you be? I will be leaving you in a few days, My home, everyone that I have known for the last...

Oh the clouds call me Tempt me to not look at you Shadow you from the bright play, I see They change your hue Fade your skin, yet...

~ A carelessly strung stream of consciousness With the dawn comes a new day, Arise, I hail my Muse -- She does not remember the Greek...