A Poet at the City’s Corner

In the half-light of memory and rain voices linger — some spoken most left unsaid. Bikash Gogoi’s poems move like slow-motion film: the hush of a gallery the fever of summer nights without power the ache of streets that remember your footsteps. Each verse is a frame grainy with nostalgia tinted with longing. Here rivers keep secrets balconies hold unfinished conversations and even silence burns with meaning. Between truth and dream these poems do not rush; they invite you to stay to watch the light change to feel the quiet revolutions happening just beneath the skin.