Sunday Talks

Poetry by Harekrishna Dey

Pressure cooker I pick it up like a grain in the bowl of my mind. Numerous pains like sorrow, suffering, deprivation and...

Storytelling sessions and trends: Benefits during the lockdown During lockdown, there has been a series of webinars tha...

Unveiling Love, Life and Poetic Sublimation: Celebrating an Ode to Poesy This ravishing Sunday morning is surely going...

As he wanders Along Celebrating Prabal Kumar Basu’s Poetry Marriage Anniversary (Original poem ‘বিবাহবার্ষিকী’) (Transla...

REALISTIC WORLD World is as funny If you call it a honey World is as cruel If you call it for duel World is as wise If y...

More you love me More you love me, More I drown myself in the ocean of sorrow! You sit far away and write epistles, Thos...

All alone in the glass house Lie awake 'til the sun's out Pink sky when you come down M3 in the driveway Caffeine for th...

I am self made When I looked at the mirror I see my real self, Which is uncut and original, Which is tired of all the ch...

Someday... You'll be on my side Someday you'll be on my side When cold breeze brings the fragrance from the gardens of l...

The Autumnal Letter The road shines with the layer of first Sunrays of Autumn, Comes the folded dry leaves again into li...