By Sanghamitra Bhumana
You are a force to reckon with!
Your life will forever bequeath
a shining light of sheer might.
Tag: Poetry
By Sonali Pattnaik
But your resistance, after you no longer are,
Has now begun
We will not let power get away
After what they have done and undone
By Nabanita Sengupta
To be bovine is blessed
And to be blind
the real heaven.
To whomsoever reading this.
Thanks for reading this far.
This isn’t a suicide letter.
This is the entire suicide.”
By Seema Bashir
I remember that bright April day,
When they set the sun on fire.
When a worm crawled in,
Through a crevice in the fabric of time.
By Ajanta Paul
The blue-green algae again congealing
is miraculously sprouting in my lungs
mining its aureoles for the darkness of ages
sifting the soot of carbon memories
By Gopal Lahiri
Lopamudra Banerjee’s poems shimmer with luminous connection, landscape of longing and draw map of fury against the gender gap and inequalities.
By Barnana H. Sarkar
The editor puts a pause to those. Editors let the writers take a long breath and prepare for an endless argument. This is where the creative soul jostles the logical, and this is where some genuine work takes place.
By Himadri Lahiri
This is how the world may end
This is how the world can end
By Shyamasri Maji
I rolled my patience into a French bun
And re-collected togetherness in flakes of dried skin
I waited for thunder and rain
In the dark clouds of your stretching arms.
By Gabriel Rosenstock
may the rain never cease
i take shelter in Your love
may it drown out all other sounds
say my name once more
may the rain never cease
By Adrija Chatterjee
You hear, the footprints never forgetting
How you’d revel the days blood lay free
The serpent’s tongue in you
Choosing the outcast in dingy lanes
As a part of Antaragni, English Literary Events are conducted every year with full fervour and witness intense participation from literature enthusiasts all over the nation. The first phase of events of Antaragni’20 will see students participating in two events, Poetry Slam and Creative Writing.
By Sekhar Banerjee
Everything
becomes elliptical before a fall, I understand
in Lohagarh
By Hiya Chatterjee
Summers had us rolling on beaches of our own sh**, the seas
we transformed into a green plasticky excrement of the earth.
By Azhar Uddin Sahaji
I sing of injustice
Of Murders hailed
And judges guilty of omission
I know, I shan’t be Bulleh
But that’s fine!
By Zeenat Khan
In Hindi, we call
A lizard Chipkali.
To taste its meaning
Break like nuts
from middle, chip + kali.
By Kiriti Sengupta
Aesthetes preach Tagore.
Officials display replica of
the Nobel Prize.
By Mitali Chakravarty
Pluck the leaves off the grass
and weep for what will not be.
By Gabriel Rosenstock
Of course, you could release him
With strict instructions:
Professor! Teach Jane Austen only
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