Introspective Mind : Writing

The day I was born

The day I was born

A Poem by Introspective Mind


Moments flee, pages burn, And ashes fill the memories’ urn...................
The Barman’s string

The Barman’s string

A Poem by Introspective Mind


Yes, Barman, as I am; Not a man alike the Bur of a creeper, but of a bar for a sipper....... ...
The earth is now sheathed in an eerie darkness

The earth is now sheathed in an eerie darkness

A Poem by Introspective Mind


The thoughts are not mine...I have just transliterated masterpiece poetic composition of famous Bengali poet, Jibanananda.
VISION, A DIVINE GIFT !

VISION, A DIVINE GIFT !

A Story by Introspective Mind


Dear children, here I attempt to make you feel that seeing is not vision....explore a few pages of life of a blind boy to feel what is vision.... My ..