Anu and I were best friends since pre school. I knew her from the first day of my school life when the tip of my nose and eyes were flowing with equal velocity, punctuated with loud cries of mourning. My teacher held on to my arm and led me to sit beside a small, quiet-looking … Continue reading Anu and I
He stood at the edge of the cliff and all a he needed was a push the mental push. The sky was clear, sun shinning will full pride, soothing breeze flowing at its own speed. Birds chirping melodiously. The water below looked prussian blue. Crystal clear and sparkling and calm. He mentally calculated the distance … Continue reading He
This article is written apolitically and does not take a dig at any political parties in India. Day-to-day judgments including crucial ones that impact a large population are principally taken by elected legislators and the bureaucracy serving them. Elections are defiance of the democratic system. Our once-in-five-years excursion to the voting booth is a travesty … Continue reading Elections: Mockery of Democracy
"Put down your PS4!" "Hop into the car... let's go get your Mom from the office!" "Finish your milk or else I will switch off the laptop!" "Pushpa..!" The smell of powerlessness, hospital visits, annoyance outbursts, broken glasses, the long vacation, the dizzying aroma of medicines, his feeble voice that instilled in me the fear … Continue reading Shooting Star
Mine own loveth f'r thee wast so pure, Mine own loveth f'r thee wast so true, I did love thee so much, Nay pointeth in taking the censure What is in all the nameth, If 't be true thee didst not und'rstand me The way I didst, Wherefore didn’t thee believeth in mine own loveth? … Continue reading T Wast So Pure
My senses close. I'm clutching onto My reminiscences And animosity. My snooze All lonely in my head... So hushed. I can't enlighten the way My cries run blood along my lines. If I let go of my agony, I'll cease to be, give into the scourge... Conflict is approaching, I can hear it in my … Continue reading Losing Myself
From terrace, Amrita was witnessing the fun in the lawn; the colored faces exuding absolute joy. Apart from the children of orphanage, there were grown-ups who weren't behaving any less than children! And why not. Life, after all, seldom gives such occasions of being childlike. Then, having been grown-up is certainly not a very great … Continue reading Happy Holi
The moment flows by like a molten cerulean, Deep blue silences, No earth below, no sky above, The rustling branches and leaves, Are saying only you are here, Only me. My breath and my heartbeats, Such depth, such seclusion, And me, Only me, I now believe I exist.
Three scores and a decade ago, I came into existence. And till date I am playing In the lap of Mother Earth. My life was colourful, But yet it is monochrome Cause my life's aim Has been left unfulfilled. The dream not common To the human race. The dream not wished By the worldly beings. … Continue reading Santa Muerte
Jitaditya Sengupta 