Sunday Talks

Poetry by Anjali De Nandi

I try to.......... I am a butterfly. I fly, fly and fly... My attraction is endless sky; Also flowers; At day hours, I m...

This journey will never end I know this journey will never end Because you are my sister, my bestfriend Just a few preci...

Sunderban: the paradise in the lap of Bengal (A Travelogue) Among the various spots spread across our very own Bengal, S...

A story about blocks, blockades and blockheads! The world of mass communication and especially the social media is a cu...

Literary Activism And How It Demarcates The World Of Writers "Literary Activism" has always associated itself with the e...

Covid Roads in Conversation We lay in a quiet abandon With sun on our shoulders, The men who ran on us At breakneck spee...

TRIUMPH You played with marble orbs on dusty bylanes And garnered glass marbles as your trophy Today you play with Ferra...

Perhaps I Am No more Sometimes I feel that I am no more As the flower has lost it's fragrance, The formal instructions h...

MEMORIES Standing on the threshold of a new beginning When he looked back at those moments in frozen photographs he real...

The magic spell The universe is calmly silently listening to The melody, singing by the sky Glittering glimpse of stars...