My River
Unmarred by clouds of fear of an
impending strife, for you refuse to
reflect them on your rippling self,
I gently call you, “My own river!”
Author: Amanita Sen
Amanita Sen is the author of 2 volumes of poetry, Candle in My dream and What I don’t tell you. Her poems have been published in numerous online and print magazine
The Similar Act
involved in the act in the same
way as his are when doing so.
Tugs
I feel like turning back and sit on my knees,
look at it full-eyed and be all ears to the words.
The Pillar Hand
between steering my hand its way willfully,
and just-being-there in case my hand looks for it.
The “Amalkanti Sunlight”
Not preachy his words,
not of a distant seer’s,
not bemoaning of those
searing truths of mankind,
but versing its essence,
keeping hope alive for us.
It is okay to fall!
But spare her the laughter
at the memory of falling,
for the laughter when cuts,
does so irrevocably and
it would be like the scattered
The Bird on The Buoys
Meditatively on the tautness
Of the mounds, circling them
Till they unfailingly awaken
To the whispering touch
And in the middle of an
The Nude Model and The Artist
When the artist will sculpt
Her beauty on his canvas,
His brush now his chisel,
Hands, an ardent worshipper’s!
The Story of a Glacier
It catches in the prism of its chest,
the frolic of the sunlight
and the smile of the moon.
it sings the song of silence,
and sheds its tears
in the breast of the sea.
Of Ashes and Persiflage: Book of poems by Prof Aneek Chatterjee
To a person like me who is familiar with Prof Chatterjee’s poems, the twist in the end that many of his poems have, is a thing most looked forward to.