Oh, fragrant bloom of crimson fire, Thy beauty stirs the soul’s desire, Yet, unrequited,...
Rumpa Ray-Ghosh is more than an editor; she's an orchestra conductor. She harmonizes your words with her...
A checkerboard of colors the fields unfold Emerald greens golden yellows and...
Art's canvas, a whispered dream, in hues of joy and pain, A bridge where artist's vision...
Rumpa Ray-Ghosh: A Complete Artist
Beyond the Editing Pen: Rumpa Ray-Ghosh isn't just an editor;...
"Trust " is like glass, once broken it will never be the same again.
Saint Malo, is where I found truth .. But where I also left my innocence and...
If I could be somewhere else today .. Then I would chose to be anywhere in...
The sun dips low, a fiery kiss, On waves that dance with amethyst. The sand, once gold, turns...
The sun surrenders, burning red, Kissing waves on an amethyst bed. Warm sand cools, blushed...
SAREE QUEEN Not gowns of silk, but stories sewn, Sarees unfurl, with edges known. A...
Things just got a little more interesting...
Timing?
Luck?
Intelligence?...
TIME SLIPS BY I AM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT TIME HAS NO RHYME OR REASON TIME SLIPS BY IN AND...
I JOURNAL MY THOUGHTS, AS I GO ABOUT MY DAY , FROM MORNING UNTIL NIGHT, WHAT HAVE I...
IS A BEAUTIFUL TIME OF DAY WHEN NIGHT IS BEGINNING A TIME OF REDLECTION AND ...
