Sunday Talks

Sunday Poetry by Debanjana Ghatak

My Purpose is to be Free, to be Me I wasn’t aware of The purpose of my Life till I met you My dream man, My savior, my...

Durga puja Everyone thought that Maa wasn’t coming this year, Staying in their houses, crumbled with fear. Eyes see the...

Celebrating Poetry Beyond Borders Celebrating the chaotic stillness of poetry beyond borders is fun! Celebrating the poe...

Selah Behind the Veil of Birth but these bones were born for the moors destined for crystal and silicon visions but thes...

Kitten Meow! It sounds like a: May-i-come-in? And a white-black kitten walks in with confidence into the office, without...

I AM THE REFULGENT MOTHER I see you through my translucent third eye glimmering deep through your lows and highs nestled...

Love Grows When life passes by and by, When you want to leap And reach the sky, When you first fall in love, It is mere...

Love Objectified What if, You made love, an object to play with? A measure of sorts To equate your own self worth perhap...

The Rain Rains Death The rain rains death at night. Each drop carries a warrant from the Angel of death. It is handled t...

Madding Crowd Those ecstasies in the city lights My heart is aching anyway, Mazes and the crowd, I still can’t find you....