Poetry

November 28, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Hritam photo

 

By

Anindita Bose

 

 

 

Cyclone

 

 

it’s coming they said,

a cyclone

 

announced and

broadcasted,

 

it rained the whole day,

she skipped work to

see the drops falling on

empty streets

 

a beautiful wet day, yet

tomorrow would be

cyclone

 

she watched the leaves

in a trance

 

and then there was a

tap on the window pane

 

a few of them came to

meet her before tomorrow

 

could it be the last day?

 

 

 

 

Cycle

 

 

the same old, same old,

same old days

 

you, me, we, and they

 

the cycle of milky ways,

millions of stars wait

amidst that same silent

sky

 

the nights come, the

days go

 

summer, winter, spring,

and autumn

 

only monsoon brings

drops of rain

 

or else everything remains

same

 

 

 

 

 

Anindita Bose

Born and brought up in Kolkata, Anindita Bose is inspired by the zeal of her city of joy. She has an interest in psychology which she believes has connected her closely to universal ideas and human emotions. She believes words have immense possibilities to create life out of nothing.

“Let’s decode the labyrinth of life” is what she thinks when words form stories in her conscious and subconscious minds. Recently her poems and stories got published in Tuck Magazine, eFiction India Magazine and Indiaree Magazine. Her poems are part of various national and international anthologies.

She is a working professional and when not writing she is actively involved in activities of a poetry group named ‘Rhythm Divine’ of which she is a co-founder. Apart from poetry writing she is also into short story writing, painting, photography and travelling.

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