1st year, English Honours, Loreto College, Calcutta University Not Anymore. This constipated existence has nettled me enough.This whole society and its norms are a bluff.These people and their rotting cultureTo Their sense of wrong and right I have all this while hungOnly to find it was all rotten junk. I fell for a man once…
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SHARMISTHA DEY
1st year, English Honours, Loreto College, Calcutta University My Handsome Guitarist “Your eyes are really very beautiful.”That one sentence made me fall for you.Your splendid way of mixing up with everyone,Helped me make you my Mr. Perfect one.Your eyes,your smile and most importantly your voice,Impelled me,to make you my quintessential choice.The way you sing,the way…
SUNWRITA DASTIDAR
1st Year, English Honours, Miranda House, Delhi University I’m No Stranger to You… I’m no stranger to you, forest-eyed jealousyYou cling to the back of my cold neckWhispering poison into my earI swallow it, choking silently on my own fear I’m no stranger to you, ice-eyed lonelinessYou feed on the tears that fall from my…
My Vocation in an apartheid Church
BAMA I was 27 when I decided to become a religious sister. I was then working as a teacher in a High School in one of the educationally backward districts of northern Tamil Nadu. I was a good teacher and I took very special interest in students from poor and marginalized communities like dalits. I…
SONALI SARKAR
Enigmatic Pacific Deep blue waters of the Pacificseem unfathomable and enigmatic.Wading in it makes you feel blessed,Touching the sublime waters gives youthe warmth of love that is divine,Watching the waves splash over the rocksgives you a moment of quiet introspection,Feeling the moving waters touch the forlornshores of your mind,Takes you back to the past—-You hear…
KETAKI DATTA
Lens of Positivity After incessant patter of rainsThe greenery around sprang back to life,The birds trilled in full-throated ease,The sky donned a bluish jacket,The woollen balls of spun cloudsSurfaced once again,Hovering over,Hanging loose,At one corner. After the night of morbid blues,Of pell-mell snorkelingdown the sea,The diver came up dog-tired,Sat on the beach, relaxedover a cocktail…
NISHI PULUGURTHA
Loss of Faith The flickers do not last longA little wind and they are goneStrange are the ways of lifeA small jostle and pushAll that one stood for ebbs awayUnlike the waves that push backNo niceties hereYes, the sand loosens here,The ground beneath loosensWill it tighten ever?Or is that it?Inspite of it all, there are…
SAPTAPARNA ROY
A Strip of Skin The white pillow was stainedwith a blotch of bloodMy shame lay bare on itA strip of skin hungbetween my legsFrom my stomach to the mouthmoved a ball of painOf desire and no desireYears have passed sincethat night of the moon and stars andcloudsMemory has twisted and turnedloosening my claim on itof…
SANGHITA SANYAL
Challenge Could you hear meWhen I was away,Out in the sunshine,Shouting out my joy? Could you see meWhen I was away,Tasting the silky drizzleThat dazzled me? Could you know meWhen amidst your passion,I left it aside and ranTo get wet? Could you recognize meAfter the northward windTouched my heartWith its magic wand? Could you feel…
NAINA DEY
Homing Pigeons Soon they will come inThe homing pigeonsCircling overhead before alightingClapping wingsInto dark-hole coopsA wobbly walk After a minute they will disappearAs the sky gets heavier and the lights come onSoon there will be a sizzling panScraped off non-stick coatDouble-egg omelettes and sugared toast The heat will thickenThe blouse moist, stuck fast to skinJagged…