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Existence

November 21, 2018January 1, 2019 Sanchita Chakraborty

Do not wait for the right time to come… Every hardship is trying to find its way for you to become… There is a dream residing within every heart … Life was never easy… Do not let the sound of your own life wheels drive you crazy… Be strong to face every challenge in your journey … Whirl away all your worry…. Sanchita ChakrabortyI have born and brought-up at New Delhi, Graduated from Delhi University with Psychology Hons. I am a regular writer of English, Hindi and Bengali Poems in…

CHILDHOOD

April 28, 2017May 10, 2017 Sanchita Chakraborty

Childhood is a Cherishable Phase, Its Beautiful Memories Within Heart Remains. Childhood is filled with Craze, Unforgettable are those Days. Innocence is Wonderful Essence of Childhood, With Growing Age, We tend to Lose it and Step Towards Adulthood. Childhood is Living with Fun and Toys, Its Where Life is Fond Of Joys. Sweetness and Happiness is Filled Within the Heart, Its Heavenly Phase which I Wish Again to Impart. Sanchita ChakrabortyI have born and brought-up at New Delhi, Graduated from Delhi University with Psychology Hons. I am a regular writer…

Goddess of Senses & Mistress of Spice

December 10, 2016December 11, 2016 Moushumi Rana

WOMAN ! a word which runs through your mind a Plethora of emotions, roles, colours, strengths and challenges . We women have empowering powers within us, we may or may not know it. We can give birth to new lives and nurture our own kind and others. We may not be big in size but we sure can be big in heart, in giving out love and we are just the right size to embrace both man or baby. We can be angels as well as well as devils to…

The Nightmare

October 10, 2016October 11, 2016 Manjish Ray

The lonely platform whispers something A damsel in white cloak suddenly fades into darkness You hear an unearthly tune into your ears Feel a mystic hand at your back No one except nothingness is there to respond A feeling of awe and terror multiplies the dreariness The haunted house petrifies you with its repulsive voice The Sun isn’t going to rise for you tomorrow You have no option but to await deadly suspense You wail, You shriek, You cry Someone holds your hand Manjish RayI am a student I try…

The Daily Agony Express

July 13, 2016July 31, 2016 Ranit Mukherjee

As the unknown longs for the known destination With jittery voices in their mind and bubblegum wraps in litters Silent sighs after the setting sun Grows louder and louder As the countdown just begun And they start preparing for a battle some sweat for triumph, some shake in fear like a phalanx viciously divided into some from far, and some who live near The bland ray of light becomes a blinder As the imminent boxcar chugs in They organize themselves in chaos And rush like ragdolls burning in rage…