loving&spending most of the time day dreaming& at times teaching, this page holder loves to paint, read, write, practice music, gardening, watching the rain... Born in Shillong, the hill station doesn't leave her even if she moves from one place to another. 'p4poetry' gives her a room of her own(which our very powerful writer Virginia Woolf recommends), needless to say, she remains beholden for what the site offers. Thank you for dropping by a glance, gracing thus my space. Regards.

purabi has written 65 poems.
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Each in our worlds
off- course
with no blinking thoughts.
The staleness of the day before today
the richness of passivity, the day after yesterday
tomorrow watches
facing me
with wrinkles and marks, drawing terrains 
of unexcavated regions.
The running around
with unrhythmic breathe
lets the cattle of the mind lose
it grazes, it walks into
the neighbor’s farm
or becomes one with
the monsoon dressed meadows
matters real less.
The odor of sweat
more a welcome,
to the man
bearing creases of years 
he has woken up with
and spread cheese
to not so buddy- buddy wakes.

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