Badal’s Memoir

Life

Don’t ask me , What is the most delicate? I won’t say your feelings Or the deep love Neither the relation Nor your emotions Can u hold the breath? What if bullet hits it? And if the illness kills Your breath everyday Till it kills it Isn’t the life most sensitive? Common, confess me your …

HE

I see him near the granite topped gate of Amigo Café. The time he takes to reach my table is more than millions of years, more than the time Indian Plate took to reach the Tibetan Plate. He smiles and it is vibrant than the sparkle of diamond. His eyes are beautiful than sapphire. Pressure …