A piece about heartbreak, separation, and healing. The poem seeks to capture the story of divorce and walk through its stages. But should it stay broken or mend eventually even if with cracks?
Author Archives: Debanshi Chatterjee
A Letter To the Night
In this piece a romantic night owl articulates her love for the night and the way with the setting sun, the land of dreams and fantasy wakes up. It raises some questions and answers some.
The Masochist
Pain – that is what this poem is all about. Pain is often defined as an excruciating sensation that drives one insane. But that maniacal experience slowly and eventually sparks off growth. And the cacophony falls into a rhythm. Finding the beauty in this bitter journey is what writes the story of ‘The Masochist’
A Broken Sonnet
Here is my first attempt at a Sonnet. This was written by pouring emotions from my heart on the pages to touch the other hearts. This poem once again talks about lessons life teaches you when transitioning between its phases, It has heartbreak and healing; and the growth in between. Happy reading
Evanescence
Growing up is walking on steps of lessons. The rainbow tinted ideas and illusions of childhood evanesce with experience. I embrace the vulnerablilty of losing people and note my journey of thriving amidst the stab of memories in this piece.
What is a star?
While travelling on a flight one day I wondered what the twinkle stars actually are. What makes a star? Can you and I be one? Wait, Maybe we already are! Read this piece to find out.
Vellichor
In this mini poem I capture my love for books in letters. They are the tickets to a world of magic. The benefits of reading are innumerable but the most important one is having a friend for life, with no demands only gifts. Read my musings here.
My Marvellous Moon
Enthralled by her charm, I wrote a poem to the moon. She’s hope, she’s beauty, she’s a glimpse into divinity. Read my poem to her here.
Pages of my diary : A Paradoxical Place
A more personal glimpse into my world of fantasy – this post notes my hospital experience.
Betrayal
The tragedy is only your own can betray. Women are conditioned to treat each other as competitions from an early age. Instead of promoting sisterhood, acts of jealousy are justified. We are in a battle together. The only way to survive is by mutual trust and support for each other. Women tearing each other down is no strange sight. This piece delves into that plight.
The Flame You Mistook For a Flower
This piece is an attempt to bring to light the shackles imposed on women by society. We accompany speaker in her journey from being brainwashed to become a rebel.
A tryst in epistles
A free verse poem threading the allure of a crimson rose and the ecstasy of New born love together 🥀❤️
Roads Not Taken🍁🍂🍀 