Anindita Bose

Dream Children They fly in that blue sky when nobody sees them, they hear different words which are from a world where love flows from heart to heart and tiny stars float across the night sky in search for a lost milky way. They are harbingers of a new world where no dreams are abandoned,…

Aneek Chatterjee

Nowhere is My Next Destination Nowhere is my next destination. Leaves are whispering in the April breeze. Indus Valley is full of activities. Horses are roaring to fly to a new horizon. I will set sail in the blue waters of the Nile. A brown forest besides the forgotten sea calling me; green grass of…

Amrita Bhattacharyya

For the lighthouse Sometimes, it seems to be flowing between two glaciers When I unfold the sepia photograph — A faint ray of a linear light Nobody could identify this to be a lighthouse on this much-torn page Until a pair of eyes remotely resembles this apparition! The light is visible above the foliage. In…

Amita Roy

Kalikata to Kolkata Not from Kolkata by birth though the city holds an incandescent lure affinity for the city sprawled in the dream of an awestruck kid skimming the city of palaces and bustling streets on rare visits. Now at the turn of half a century’s inhabiting my skin smells of swamp clogged pores overlapping…