You filtrate in my dreams seen with open eyes, Your lilac silence beguiles my mettle, Amaranthine lush adorns the flare of sight. Purple canopy forms
Author: Indrani Chatterjee
She is Indrani, a perfective homemaker and mother to her only autistic child. Even from the barred layer of felicity her emotions well up to inundate the white in blue. Nothing professional in her revelation and approach, purely self motivated. She only wishes her readers to glide along with the ripples of her penmanship.
Interminable Law
Ageless command of sun, by turn to rise and set, Upright time rushes to mutate senile with new, Only mortal minds fail to allay their
My Lilith Son
Born on the day of Janmashtami, my son Krishnendu, He barged into my life like a sunshine dew. Queer are his manners and different are
Mode of Creative Empowerment
Hail thoughts! You gush from naught Drenching my mind’s presence unlisted, If not seized, in naught again you fade. Hail Words! You unship my thoughts
Infallible Art
Oh Art! You never flinch, To embrace the hollow Of my vacuous soul. Your spunk ignites life’s stream As you play brawny role. Oh Art!
When Intent Win Over Soul
When evolvement of life swam to the shore, Lord proposed to endow land with riches. He tooled every ledge of land and sea core And
Sovereignty of Seven Notes
Do piqued to rouse Me, let’s sing in glee, Soulfully, unfeignedly, fervently. When attune we conquer all domain. Do Re Me Fa So La Ti,
Act in Silence
Every preteite soul Silently becomes a star, To propagate that life twinkles Beyond mundane bar. When petit breeze furtively brushes The sanctum chimes, It summons
Singer of the Century
Hey you unseen vestal spirit of joy! Your undeterred perky strain enthralls heart, Are you hiding in some gulch cryptic bush, Or in nature’s parade
My Mates in Solitude
If rain On monsoon leaves, Breaks my prolong silence, I shall be indebted to its Bland knock. If flux Of pithy breeze, Spur life in
My Babu’s World
Surreptitiously you crept to my door Timid and pavid within……… Seeking for my hands and nothing more, I am the mammoth pillar you entwine to
The Hesitant Steps
Yes! He heard right, the jingling of her anklets is so familiar to his fatherly instincts. He has ever so embraced her loving passions and tenacities.
The Incoherent World
We corny subjects on terrestrial platform Like islands we subsist, We know not the art to dwell And harmoniously wield our drive. The deeper aspirations
Saddening Story
The loss of love kingdom Saddens the lonesome heart, In journey those bends we derelict Tears the tender soul apart. The thorny path that perforates