Editorial

Poetic Prisms and Festival: Finding Wings to Creativity

It is the spontaneous flow of poweful feelings, as the Romantic minstrel once read into a song, the elixir of fine poetry is what we have been celebrating all throughout Sunday Talks in most of our issues. There are festivals of colour, smell, festivals that speak of burnt days and an unfathomable human spirit to have a knowledge of the pruned varieties of life. Poetry enlivens, poetry sustains, poetry teaches one to be recluse, poetry crosses the ambit of practice, practicality and pandemic and travels in the distant horizon on the wings of imagination.

Poetry enthralls, like the last few drops of congealed harmony on the sweet songs of silence, on the vital days of rum and raisins on the cornice of our dilemma.

This week also, in Sunday Talks, we present some of the random ramblings, reflections, thoughts and poetic prisms to churn out stories that live on.

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Sreetanwi Chakraborty