Sunday Talks

Poems - Aneek Chatterjee

Yellow Bush This morning red flowers bloomed in dark inviting clouds Decided all of a sudden to fly & invade the dar...

The Bazaar Hawkers are now everywhere, Mesmerising myriad ware On sale. High pitch pierces morbid air The silhouettes th...

SILENT EXPRESSIONS Oh! How much I feel like expressing my thoughts But... You’re a girl is all, what has been taught. Oh...

Woman She is the shrilling sound of festivals You are the conch She is the border of hair You are the colour of vermilli...

It is the time for celebration It is again the time of celebration amidst the pandemic. Among the city-panics that we ke...

The world reels under the torment of shut. This is not just an axiom, but a realisation in the profound depths of one's...

Life these days I thought it is literally impossible for any school to be closed for almost a quarter of a year, but he...

One of the biggest carnivals of the Muslims across the globe is Bakri Eid that reminds every individual on the importanc...

Lines beyond regions...making our Sunday special As a part of the academic rhetoric, we have always been waxing eloquent...