By: Pijush Kanti Deb A dogmatic cloud carries on its lunatic falling cats and dogs on an innocuous dream maybe of yours or mine, for a shinny morning for the dormant to see and mould their days till it catches…

By: Pijush Kanti Deb The tired eyes are closed down hoping their good reopening in a golden morning of a silvery day yet the godless heart experiences the hopes- made of glass and the eyes are compelled to reopen in…