- My Favorite food
The lip-smacking delicacies evoke temptation,
As Biriyani is my favorite food in a divine preparation.
In the restaurants or at home,
The bandit ruins my concentration in any work.
The various spices that appeals to the charm,
enthralls the recipient of a royal alarm.
Digging over my emotions in a harangue,
I speak to my soul over this fascination over an Awadh delicacy.
Dreaming and fascinating each day in a vehemence,
Biriyani is my only weakness.
Wherever the celebrations are arranged,
I crave for this royal delicacy in different facets.
Written By : Somdatta Mitra from India
- My past it’s behind
Beautiful memories enliven our thoughts and impact our sensitivities,
With innumerable incidents we gallop at each segment of our journey.
The fond memories enrich our lives and teaches us good lessons,
Some pertain to a realm that we all can engage in a laughter.
At times these memories uplift a lot of suppressed feelings,
Of deprivation, suffering or horrendous evils.
To open the album of thoughts in each phase of our life,
These memories enthrall us or alarm us of a specific evil apparition at large.
Memories of childhood divulge into notable course of actions,
It certainly sustains a childlike fervor ,
To enchant over those tickling sensations.
How exciting were those days in school!
When punishments thrilled a few and disappointed a few.
Attending to dramas and the interschool competitions ,
Winning those beautiful trophies and handing them over to our honorable Principal.
Life taught a number of configurations,
With these wonderful memories we again travelled to those moments ;
When our grandparents embraced us to realize that love is so essential.
When old friends meet to discuss our childhood traits,
Embracing them and indulging in a chase.
My past, it’s behind of all those wonderful moments.
To reminiscence our playtime and exchanging notes.
The love for each other in a deluge.
Memories of loosing a dear one invoked a lot of pain and agony,
In a deliberate suffering we tend to remember them in a verisimilitude.
Memories often lead to a sudden union,
When a close relation meets another in an unexpected reunion.
It triggers so much passion to relive the lost days in a haste,
Certain preparations are arranged to remember those sweet interactions.
In a situation of a melancholy,
Some frame pictures of those who left us in a tragedy.
In their remembrance memoirs of those known personalities are upholstered,
To pay tribute to them for their sacrifices and visions.
My past, it’s behind those innocences and affection,
Lost in the childhood days and are hidden.
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WRITTEN BY : SOMDATTA MITRA
- It’s me whom you have rejected
A scaffold could support the fall,
When the endeavor to proceed with a concern was delayed.
A sojourn over a most desired walk,
Left the lethargy into a shelf.
Life has so much to gift us,
With in numeral vibes we inculcate the goodness.
But it’s me whom you have rejected,
When I proposed you over a serious fondness.
That deliberate negation had left scars in my soul,
I cannot forget my love for you.
Into the pieces of my diary that I treasure,
All those exigencies and repeated impulse.
A beautiful rose, that I bought for you,
Is breathing inside the pages of my heart.
That in a deluge my emotions trigger,
To embolden the spirit to embrace with you ;
Holding your picture.
The winter itself is a season that encourages love,
Passionate ardour emboldens that kalopsia.
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Name : Somdatta Mitra
- I am broken but still standing
In the serenity when I stepped into a forest,
My soul uttered one voice of console.
That only determination can raise my strength,
To outwit those who strangled my self-respect and dignity.
I’m broken but still standing with a firm faith,
That one day I will teach a lesson to those vehement voices;
Who triggered hostility over my innocence and love.
That divine spirit was crushed instantly,
Into pieces of melancholy, misery, and forbearance.
Dignity is the most treasured possession,
I cannot compromise on that in a Lethe.
To show the world that my silence will speak,
volumes of my quality
and vigor.
With much enthusiasm I will parade in an ardor ,
To prove my skill and talents.
I’m broken but still standing erect,
To confront the ferocity of tormentations and vain conceitedness.
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Written by ~ SOMDATTA MITRA