Penfreak: October 2017

Sunday, 29 October 2017

The Road and the Lilacs

-Manaswi Dutta.

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The bars stood blatantly on her face,

The shadows on her frock, were longer than ever

Reaching upto the hem.

She passed her fingers over the lace,

The ring on it, of silver though, left her dazed.

এটি বেদনাৰ স্বৰগম !!!

-Kaveri Gangotri.

"অ' বৰষা ৰাণী"

ধৰাৰ জীৱন তটিনী;

আমাক নিঠৰুৱা কৰি

ক'ত হেৰাই গ'লি!!! চিৰালফটা পথাৰৰশুষ্ক ভূমিত

The writer's curse

-Namrata Nath.

Writers are dangerous creatures

For they will draw pictures with words

And use them so well

That the silent garden of your mind

Will look like a mountain in spring

From a Mother

- Anwesha saha

'Digital India' they dream.

'Mann ki Baat’ they speak.

But for me, these are faraway tales,

Here, everything is slow- fermented and stale.

The eye with billions of dreams, itself lost in darkness.

-Sukanaya Kalita.

But whose sight brings brightness to this world....

That drop of tear which removes thirst of the tiny mouths....

Oh yes, its MOM's eye...

Let the beauty inside you brighten the darkest of night.

-Sumana Sarma

The Voyager

-Raveena Sehra.

Painting by- Joana Kruse

And i want to travel into the lands,
Just to find the soul behind this skin....
Trodding into the woods,
I want to search my heart's long lost kin....

The world thinks i'm strong,
Enough to stand firm against the storm.

Beautiful Liars

- Namrata Nath.

I scrawled on a paper today

Without any intention to write

I scrawled until none of it made sense

A mess as furious as my mind

I let my ink speak

What my mind sounded like

And for the first time,

নৱাৰুণ

-Shahina Ahmed

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অস্তগামী সূৰুযৰ দৰেই

নিশেঃষ হৈ যাব ধৰিছিল হৃদয়ৰ ৰং

বিষাদৰ ডাৱৰৰ অাৰত,

নিস্তেজ হৈ পৰিছিল

জীৱনৰ জোনাকী পোহৰ;

হেৰুৱাই পেলাইছে যেন চিনাকী বাট....।

The Sishya (student) seeking blessing from their Guru(teacher)

- Sumana Sarma.

দীপাৱলীৰ নিশা এটি হাড়গিলাৰ উচুপনি

-Olibha Bharadwaj.

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আজিও মই নিশ্চিন্তমনে চৰি আছিলোঁ

সেই মতলীয়া বতাহ জাকৰ সৈতে

খেলি আছিলোঁ

এই পৃথিৱীত মই কম স‌‌ঙ্খ্যকতহে আছোঁ

আৰু দুঠেঙীয়াবোৰে যে মোক মৰম কৰে

তাকে ভাবি উৎফুল্লিত হৈ আছিলোঁ

কিন্তু------

হঠাৎ যেন কিবা বিচ্ছিন্নতা ঘটিল

আজিৰ ছবি অন্য দিনৰ দৰে নহ'ল

VERDICT

-Kritartha Kashyap.

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I watch you laugh,your eyes sparkling with vivid glee,

I watch you smile,the quirk of your lips lighting the sea;

And yet my heart thunders harshly anew,

For the icy veil would descend blood and sinew.

You march about,the head held high,

"Dr. Bhupen Hazarika- The Bard Of Brahmaputra"

-Sumana Sarma

A singer, lyricist,musician,poet and film-maker... The Sudhakanta needs no introduction!!!

THE UNNAMED

- Denifar Anjum.

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Poesy that waned with time
Much like Latin.
The bard, a lost ball in the weeds
For people seek the merry.

Sings he, reminiscing
One gold of a time
When words stirred souls
His wit, another arrow in the quiver

Ghostlings

-Dibyoraj Dutta

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As the grey mountains

Devours the sun

And the silver moon

Smiles a silvery smile,

A silhoutte rises in the silver woods

And silver gloom surrounds the mile.

-Naba Raj Chetri.

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He comes from a town, where most people frown.

Of people who don't know on which side of life's road they are on.

An internal compass in the psyche attracts them to the city.

Here life has lost all it's gear, the soil is red- stained with blood or pan, who knows

Devasena - Feminine but Strong

- Nilmoni Nath

WOMB TO WORLD

- Anisha Bhattacharya

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Encased in a fluid filled sac,

Tossing and turning,

Floating and kicking,

Drinking my own wee wee,

Its been nine months now.

AT THE BREAK OF DAWN

- Trishna Das.

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The journey from the dark
Into the daybreak,
Is the most enthralling one
You may ever take.

"Do not gentle into that good night, rage rage against the dying light"

-Kritartha Kashyap

She

- Himakshi Boro

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She was the star that fell from the sky

When the clouds seemed to be warm and dry,

Now she is lost amongst the sand,

And knows none from this distant land.

Cripples

- Dibyoraj Dutta

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The monsters were back. She tried to outrun them, but failed miserably.

They hit her with their weapons; down she fell, right on the grassy corridor.

She cried for help, but there was no one around. The monsters grinned. Their big, fat hands touched every corner of her bare body. She could smell the sweat; the look in their eyes made her shiver with fear.

Through the hazy glass, i see

Kritartha Kashyap

And the air carolled with glee, when she blossomed from her sanctuary...

- Nuruddin Md. Iqbal

Insomnia

- Dibyoraj Dutta

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খোলা খিৰিকীখনেৰে

ৰূপোৱালী জোনাকবোৰ

থোপে থোপে সোমাইছে;

শালি ধানৰ পথাৰ খনত

এটি দুটি জোনাকী পৰুৱাই

এটা অকবিতা

-Rajdeep Parashar

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হৃদয়ৰ কোনো এক নিভৃত কোণত আছিলা তুমি

প্ৰাণ পাই উঠিছিল কিছুমান উষ্ণ অনুভূতিয়ে, কিছুমান বাস্তবিত হব নোৱাৰা সপোনে

মানসপটত দৃশ্যায়িত কৰিব খুজিছিলো সেই কুমলীয়া সপোনৰ কলিটি

ফটোফ্ৰেম

- Jyoti Prasad Bhattacharya

দুহেজাৰটকীয়া এখনৰ দৰে

জিলিকি থাকে তাৰ অভিমান....;

ফুটপাথৰ দাঁতিত ভুকা কুকুৰটোৱে

তাক দেখি নেজ নোমায়..!

- Kaveri Gangotri

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জীৱন অমানিশাৰ সিক্ত গধূলি

হেৰাই গৈছে দুপৰৰ

ৰ'দালি !

প্ৰত্যাঽবানৰ আঘাতত স্তব্ধ

সপোনৰ সমীৰ জাকি ,

বিচাৰিছো মাথো নিয়ঁৰৰ

সিক্ত দলিচাখনি ,

য'ত আছে আশাৰ

আলসুৱা নিজৰাটি।

- Suchismita Kalita

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Like the fallen leaves after a harsh wind,

Or the silence after a wild night's storm,

An odd calm shall prevail after all is done.

The streets will lay empty, for no feet will dare tread on them,

And parks will cease to echo with a child's innocent laughter..

Men and their Wars, listless many of them...

Wings to show you what you can become... Roots to remind you where you're from

-Nuruddin Md. Iqbal

Padmanath Gohain Baruah

Bishal kashyap

Rasaraj Laxminath Bezbaruah - The Great Assamese Writer

- Bishal Kashyap.

নিশাৰ ৰহস্য

- শ্ৰুতিলেখা দেৱী

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নিশাটিয়ে কঢ়িয়াই আনে বহু স্মৃতি।

জোনাকী পৰুৱাৰে প্ৰথম চিনাকি,

পপীয়া তৰাৰ দৌৰ,

জিলিৰ অহৰহ চিঞৰ।

কোনোবাদিনা ফটফটিয়া শীতল আভা,

আনদিনাখন ঘিটমিটিয়া আন্ধাৰ।

DWELLING

-Kritartha Kashyap

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An uncanny voice from deep within

Yes, i could feel the heartbeats skip.

Liberated or trapped -- I tried to comprehend.

The greenery of my heart wilted.

A blink, and the demise of a beautiful dream!

Much to think, but,

- শ্ৰুতিলেখা দেৱী

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এক শিল্প, নে এটি কলা?
জীৱনৰ ভগ্নাৱশেষ মৃত‍্যু;
নে জীৱনৰ নতুন আৰম্ভণি মৃত‍্যু?
নে আলসুৱা শুকুলা মেঘে আৱৰি থকা সেই
পূৰ্ণিমাৰ জোনটো মৃত‍্যু?

FEMME FATALE

-Krishna Chakravarty

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And if you ever happen to pass through the woods on a full moon night

Alone and wandering like a vagabond

Beware! O traveler...

Don't get carried away by the haunting melody floating from the river side......

The virgin moon often plays tricks with you

Shining down its light on those captivating eyes

- Abinash Kalita

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জোনাক নিশা নিজান কোঠাত

নীৰৱতাৰ লগত আলাপ কৰি

উভতি চাইছোঁ‌ এবাৰ অতীতক

য'ত দেখিছো মাথোঁ‌ এৰি অহা

অতীতৰ সোণালী মধুময় মূহুৰ্তবোৰ ।

TIHAR: NOT THE JAIL, BUT GORKHA'S DEEPAWALI - EVER HEARD OF IT?

- Suman Chetry

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Deepawali or The festival of lights is indeed a very beautiful festival.

With Lights! Lights! Lights! All around, this festival is unique in its own. And the way , I (or any gorkhali ) celebrate this festival called TIHAR is something different from the mainstream diwali.