The Mirror of Touch

It will always be in memory
The walks we walked
The talks we talked
The way we teased each other
And silently cared for one another

Even though we are going to be
Soon out of touch
Still that warmth will be felt
Without thinking much

Wrote these words for you
Intuitively, I saw my reflection in you
Like the echoes are heard
Into the deep blue

Related Articles:


All the grudges, conflicts, chaos I do hate. A part of me let things go, another to hold on, My mind barely hanging on, like a midnight cigarette. Why do we compare, why do we even care about those who

Read More »


for Santanu. . . Santanu: wholesome: hólos You are the vase, shattered years ago during the dark voyage through the Middle Passage. Today, the children play around you in a circle like an ocean of hope; their skin parched with

Read More »

Wharf of Glass

The boat journeys from one ghat to another, taking folks every now and then; Few know their destination, others just wander on the watery lane. The boatman, kind and generous, asked the lady in yellow saree— “where to apa? where

Read More »

Share this article on:

Share on facebook
Share on twitter
Share on linkedin


About Us

We, The Cognitive Quotient, are a collaborative family of litterateurs, poets, storytellers and budding authors. In this world of compulsions and norms, we strive to build a community where ‘literariness’ is our colour and ‘freedom of speech’ is our right. Peep in and have the pleasure to plunge into the depths of consciousness and art, colour the world in your own perceptual mysticism, and join a community of creative and passionate followers! We feel, we write, we publish! This is a small step of our own to make this world a better and colorful place to live in through our artistry.