Author: Indrani Chowdhury

Queue The queue to gain knowledge is long, In a country of ours, From school, to college, to university,  We strive to attain it- But you know, what’s funny? It seems, for most of us,  It a just a means, To get a job, promising good money. . That’s a terrible, terrible way to insult,…

#PoetryParlour #AZatPP #Day16#P Peekaboo, I see you! When the curtain is raised, By lifting the blinds, And a new dawn gazes at us, With all emcompassing light, God seems to say, “Peekaboo, Peekaboo, I see you!” . When love overcomes hatred, And other hurdles, And destiny smiles at us, After long, vigorous struggle, God seems…

#PoetryParlour #AZatPP# day15#O Old School My love, I prefer to touch and feel,  Your love filled, racing heart, With my own hands, Than to attend your long distant calls, From faraway lands. . Dearest, I prefer to read your letters, Which may have errors in spelling, And is a testimony,  Of your poor vocabulary, Than…

#PoetryParlour #AZatPP# day14#N Nostalgia Somethings remains, Inked in your heart, That has jolted you, Somehow, somewhere- It stays with you, As a balm or a pain, And becomes something, Called nostalgia. . Your nostalgic self, Rejoices and grieves, Pines and screams, May be for that lost love, First kiss, Or your native land. A sweet…

#PoetryParlour #AZatPP#day13#M Magic While the conjuror called God, Had casted his magical spell, In things animate and inanimate, Big and small, I believe, He had a vision , That amidst their differences, Clashes, and overwhelming diversity, Their would be a magic, A magic, that would bring, Unity in diversity, in them all. He had dreamt,…

#PoetryParlour #AZatPP#Day 12#L Let There Be Light A street urchin,starving  And fumbling his dirty fingers, In the heap of garbage, Searching for, One piece of bread, One morsel of food, Is a sight as common, As a street puppy, Sniffing for his treat, In the same venue, With his animal instinct. . Hunger, Which blurs…

#PoetryParlour #AZatPP#Day11#k Kneel Down. Sometimes, we women, Have to kneel down, Before patriarchal dictates. Sometimes, Before, cruel, capricious fate. And sometimes , Before the fact that, We are not empowered enough, To retaliate.  At childhood, It was a mere punishment. But at this adulthood, It is a tool of deprivement. The point is- We can…

#PoetryParlour #AZatPP #day10#J Jill’s Bucket of Wisdom Jack and Jill, Went up the hill, This time, to fetch,  A bucket of wisdom. . But shortly, Jack sat down, Ignoring Jill’s frown. Declaring he did not believe, In this ‘ half-baked plan’. . But contrary to Jack, Jill believed. And continued the uphill task Keeping faith…

#PoetryParlour#AZatPP#Day9#I Incas Glorious Incas, With a heart of gold, Revered their sun God Inti, And saw his blessings,  In their abundent gold. . For gold was not just gold for them- It was a sentiment, a manifestation, Of their Inti’s flame. It was a metal pious, Which had achieved for them,  Almost a divine status.…

#PoetryParlour#AZatPP#Day8#H Hamlet of Mine. My hamlet stands, In the hilly slopes, Of a magic mountain. . It has withstood, The ravages of time, To become a fountain, Of thoughts sublime. . Its rustic crowd, Dusty roads, careless beauty, Provides food for thought, Rekindling a fire, To awaken the poet in me. . The magic mountain,…

#PoetryParlour#AZatPP#Day7#G Gauls. The hamlet called Armorica, Of the gauls, However small, Could not be defeated, By the mighty Romans at all. . The resourceful, Conniving Romans, Were at their wit’s end, About how to crush, The spirit of those ‘barbarians’. . The Romans attacked, threatened, Bullied and banished- But before they would know, Their captured…

#PoetryParlour #AZatPP#Day6#F Feathers in My Cap The madcap in me, Resolved to went , On a shopping spree, To collect feathers, Which would adorn my cap, In all weathers. . I searched for them, Here, there and everywhere.  Looked outside for them, And inside as well. But soon I discovered, That the west wind had…

#PoetryParlour # AZatPP# Day5# E Expendable Dearest dreamer, Even though your feet is bloodied in thorns, And your  strength is crushed by vengeful storms- Even though you have unsettling ideas, And have suffered persistent failures, Know this, you are not expendable. . It is your hopeless romanticism, To drink life to the lees, To sink…

#PoetryParlour#AZatPP#Day4#D Decadence Dilapidated existence, Fruitless resistance, Almost stateless state of mind, Defiling acts of all kind, Degenerates the quality of life- Ushering decadence, Triggering strife. . This collateral degradation, Called decadence Chokes morals, Impedes improvement. . And yet human race, Couldn’t deface, This decadent phase- In all these ages. As from time immemorial, They had…