Sunday Talks

Sunday Poetry Special By Debarati Sen

Childhood. The afternoons of childhood In that attic room, secured as a mother's womb. Granny's rapunzel stories dispens...

TRIUMPHS OF LIFE Gloomy darkness seems to have engulfed The whole world of life As light has hidden its head behind. Sob...

The flying greed When my wounds cry, It is like a scary rainfall Pouring my secrets out, And the winds mercilessly Blowi...

Unblemished Self The guest left us, Looking back many times, Walking slowly, He would have said something, If he had met...

Another World Beyond the horizon There is an another world Sorrows are prohibited To be entered Beyond the horizon Love...

[caption id="attachment_54584" align="alignnone" width="200"] Katarina Sarić, 10. 03.1976. lives and creates between her...

My Hero My boy was different. My hero! He used to make bed tea for me! We were going to get engaged in a month after 3 y...

About the Icarian flight and the shelter It is that Icarian flight that counts for itself, amidst innumerable days, mont...

POSSESSION Once the darkness claimed that the night belongs to him. On the contrary, the loneliness claimed that the nig...