18 Quotes by Geeta Tripathee

The apple of some eyes I am; dirt to some others yet.

Grasshoppers grow crops never: No hands they have to hold spades; Nor have they harrows to level fields; Only have they long trunks to suck.

To mourn the unexpected death Of a thousand fetuses, I fire up the yellow dusk, and watch the time standing motionless.

There is dark outsideand I am merged within that darknessand, in meyou are assimilated.

Peep through the peep-holes; You will see the light Knocking your door now.

Deep in the vagrant watersI fail to recognizemy own image.but out of the piecemealsurface, toohow could you comeintact, and whole ?

Through the lamp of trust, in the floor of heart, we should have fathomed each other.

By growing entire waves of reminiscence,I, a fellow traveler of the same periodwill keep waiting for the melody of your song right at the same river … unbrokenly …

When swimmers diveinto my memory poolcrystal wavesrise in hundreds from theblurred water.