Poetry on Art

  A Cup of Tea She made a cup of tea And poured it out for herself, And above the streaming brew she smiled. Two sweet lumps of sugar fell into The cup. The morning dew falls unrestrained, The morning sun shines unhindered, The birds sing and fly unbothered, The birds are making her feel quite guilty though They're so busy! Not yet ready for the sun, She hide away in the shade. Inhaling the beauty of the garden, So thankful for the trees. They know her and understand She like to be hidden sometimes. She sits there at a small table. Her flowing white skirt, A pair of little, white heels And her hands gently wrapped around the cup. While sipping Tea from the cup, Glossy lips touches the cup Printing the colour of lipstick on the cup. It’s the time she spend for herself Which helps her to begin the day with positivity.     Written By  -Nayanika Pal Artwork - Sayani Karmakar.  Date - 24th April, 2021.

Her Story    Is she lost? Or in search of anything? She lost her feelings. She is sad and happy at same time. She would never complain, Never tell, how she felt She remained quiet, And kept it to herself. She lost the feeling of goodness, For anyone, and even for herself She hate the nights,  When she felt lost and empty, No one to listen to her. She hate the nights Counting the tears, That rush down the eyes To collect upon pillow. The only thing to comfort her  Was her loneliness. And only thing surrounding  Her was loneliness. Is she happy? Everyone asked; She would smile. She would laugh. But deep down she knew,  She was hiding a lie Behind her smile, With lost feelings. Don’t tell her She is beautiful. She is lovely. Until you have seen her scars, Until you seen her scream in pain, Until you have seen her Breaking downs in tears. She thinks, you are  Just like the rest. You will also get sick of her. Her soul is tired, Everything seems to be exhau...

Memories    On his hot summer birthday, in his school; Hearing a sweet voice, he turned back to see a sunkissed face so beautiful; She wished him a happy birthday, shaking his hands; A hot loo blew some dust over them like seabeach's sands; Apart from social media, that was their first meet; And that was his first thought which came to him to on his car's seat; Then his lanes of memory took him to that last scene; The scene in which they bid each other farewell and promising to forget being so mean; Now, years after, let's come to the present, coming out of his summarised thoughts; Even that day was also his birthday, which he enjoyed in his office with some mild shots; Returning home by his car, he stopped by the wet and gloomy road; On the sight of her, with the back of her umbrella she showed; He clicked a picture through the hazy glass in that rainy evening; To fill his empty gallery  hardly of any meaning. Written By : Ayan Das Sharma  Artwork :  Anurupa Ga...

কোলকাতা  ভালোবাসার মহানগরী  আমার শহর তিলোত্তমা ,  আভিজাত্যে পরিপূর্ণ  অনন্ত তার গরিমা ।  সাবেকি সাজ , সাহিত্যে রাজ  দীপ্ত সে যে ঐতিহ্যের আঁচে ,  বাঙালির মনে আজও তাই  কোলকাতা আবেগ হয়েই বাঁচে।  কলমে  :  মৌমিতা  চিত্রাঙ্কন :  সায়নী কর্মকার  ।  তারিখ  :  ৬ই এপ্রিল, ২০২১ ।