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Melancholy

Submitted by Ruby Sahay on Thu, 11/15/2012 - 08:33
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On woodland path cloaked in red, I trudge up to nowhere
My warmth is spent, a chill doth sets, a gloom spans the sphere
 
The lake lies dull sans a ripple, I cry a tearless tear
She lies wrapped, in earth's bosom, her voice I long to hear
 

Halloween

Submitted by Ruby Sahay on Tue, 10/30/2012 - 01:33
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 Betwixt and between fall and winter

The Charming Lyre is Silent: Sunil Gangopadhyay

Submitted by Dr. Ratan Bhatt... on Thu, 10/25/2012 - 19:29
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The legendary Bengali writer Sunil Gangopadhyay passes away on October 23 at his South Kolkata residence, following a massive heart attack . Sunil had enriched Bengali literature through his unique style.Hon’ble President of India ,Mr.Pranab Mukherjee said in his condolence message : “He was one of best intellectuals of Bengali literature”. Yes, Sunil Poet is no more and is no longer there to give any direction to Allen Ginsberg on Jessore Road. He breathed his last. The charming lyre is now silent. It will be never heard by us.The seal of death is placed on his mouth.

Musings By Ruma - Part 6

Submitted by Ruma Chakravarti on Wed, 10/24/2012 - 15:42
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I lean against the tree, cheek to bark

Listening to its living heart.

Sap rushing through veins,

Rustling leaves and twigs that wither,

Taking with them the trapped sun

Musings By Ruma - Part 5

Submitted by Ruma Chakravarti on Tue, 10/16/2012 - 15:12
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The sea has been calm lately

But last night

When the winds rose,

The waves must have heeded

The call of the moon too.

For this morning, the sand

I Am Every Woman

Submitted by Maitrayee B on Sun, 09/30/2012 - 23:53
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'I am every woman',

It  is my  expression and way of telling the world and women in particular that it is ok to be in their own skin and comparisons are not necessary. Throughout history, women have been judged, compared and put to test in numerous ways..it is time to put an end to that before the voice of the woman is stifled forever..let a woman be who she is.

 

Musings By Ruma - Part 4

Submitted by Ruma Chakravarti on Sun, 09/30/2012 - 23:03
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Alone in the moonlight

 

I drank alone from cups of wine

 

Among the uplifted faces of the flowers.

 

Musings By Ruma - Part 3

Submitted by Ruma Chakravarti on Tue, 09/25/2012 - 21:01
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Spring full moon

Tides curl about the reeds,

Skirting them with foam and seaweed.

 

The sand on the beach

Turns grey with rain

Musings By Ruma -2

Submitted by Ruma Chakravarti on Wed, 09/19/2012 - 08:26
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Words stretch the air taut

And make for such exquisite pleasure.

Just words!

A passion play before the crucifixion,

Rather than after.

 

 

Have You Ever?

Submitted by Sunayna on Sun, 09/16/2012 - 23:16
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Have you ever been so alone in the world when it was gently raining and heard the soft laugh of rain on your umbrella?

Have you ever been so alone with nature/God/Love/Universe …whatever u might want to call it…

Have you ever tried to move the umbrella and let the soft rain caress you?

Have you ever seen the shadow of the dancing trees in the yellow street light and felt it in tandem with the giggling rain?

Have you ever heard music that you have never knew existed?

Have you ever realized how content you are with life and realized that you are smiling

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