Anonymous Spirit (by Shinjana Das)

I stare at the burnt soul
And try to feel it intensely,
I can see the shabby ashes,as well as
The Phoenix ; lying devastatingly.

Oh ! It can't rise again,
Because,it can't fly so high !
As, it holds another view,
Where,flying is worse than to die.

It belongs to winter,
And summer is far away from it,
O bird ! how stubborn you are !
You fixed your heart to commit.

"Don;t call yourself a Phoenix,
If you don't arise again..."
-But you admit even this insult,
As you don't want to gain.

You believed that you're tired of being Keats's bird,
As well as Shelley's...
And now you want to live or die for yourself only,
Oh ! you are so selfish !!

You think you are different,
And you believe,you're still not 'known',
So,that your shrill voice doesn't utter 'Chorus Hymeneal' or 'triumphant chant',
But just wants to mourn.

Don't know,if you're gone forever,
Or, you're still alive
But be sure that,
Your burnt soul cannot again thrive

Be unnamed,
Or, be unknown,
But don't follow the way,
Which was 'wrongly shown'.

নিরবতা আজ প্রাচীন (by Debolina Sen)

নিরবতা আজ প্রাচীন,
শব্দ হাওয়ায় ভাসে...
প্রতিধ্বনি রয়ে যায় শুধু
বিষাক্ত সিগারেট জলে ভাসে;
ধুলোটে রাস্তাটা আজ স্থির...
ফুটপাথের ভিখিরিটা
অপদার্থ শহরের নিঃস্তব্ধতায় হাসে;
তোর চোখে আজ শুধু জীবন,
বাতাসে লাশের কটু গন্ধ ভাসে...।

Boulevard of insanity (by Saikat Kar)

In every step I lost my faith,
Death was closer with every breath,
Darkness loomed on every light,
Vision blurred as I regained my sight.

To see the hollows that I have seen,
Nothing short of Hell within,
A man walking without his soul,
A dying fire past wood or coal.

I'm Not here to tell you lies,
I did look up.. into the skies,
I saw no light and there was no sign,
But the stars were lit and the night was fine.
I sat in silence as the hours past,
then lost myself in the darkness vast... 

Special Feelings (by Priyanka Dutta)

I RECALL HOW MANY TIMES,YOU HAVE HELD MY HANDS
THIS DAY MAKES ME FEEL,YOU ARE REALLY SPECIAL
YOU HAVE GUIDED THROUGH THE DARKNESS
AND SHOWED ME THE LIGHT
I THINK OF THE LAUGHTER YOU GAVE TO ME
I THINK OF THE SMILES YOU BROUGHT TO MY EYES
I THINK OF THE WARMTH YOU POURED INTO MY HEART
EVERYTHING YOU DO WILL ALWAYS STAY IN MY THOUGHTS
AND YOU WILL STAY FOREVER IN A SPECIAL PLACE OF MY HEART…

Poem, I guess! (by Jitika Jain)

Choices.
Its always about making choices.
Its always about making the bad choices.
Good? Not that much!
Coz its the bad ones which are gonna make you stronger than you are. Even a bit smarter.
Coz its the bad ones which will make your rewind worth reliving.
Coz its the bad ones which will make you meet the best people of your lives.
Coz its the bad ones which will, sometimes, make you fall in love. And if you're lucky enough, fall outta it!
Coz its the bad ones which will define the fun times of your life.
And coz its the bad ones which is gonna twist your mouth into an upward curve which you'll very desperately need when your old, shattered and lonely!
Choices!
Its always about making the bad ones!

My Little Dream (by Proma Bhattacharjee)

I have a dream: I want to fly,

Spreading out the wings

Up in the clear blue sky.

Like a little bird gliding with the wind,

Among the veils of the cloud

Till the rainbow’s end.

I want to fly to a land where

There is no sorrow;

Only happiness today and tomorrow.

This my little dream

Which is about to take flight,

Spreading out the wings

Up in the clear blue sky.

Sinner (by Shinjana Das)

Hold me,kiss me..
My frenetic lover,
But don't keep reminding me,
that for the last time I'm living truly..!!!

Does your change to a devious love,
shows mine,more moral...?

But how could I celebrate on my holiness,
if my Adam is dying...?

Yeah,I'm the ancient lover,undying soul..
But,neither I ate the fruit nor did i request..
Then who's the serpent beneath the flower,didn't let you to take rest??

As you kept yourself busy in molesting the virtue
strongly I stayed away from all these undue..

Take your evil soul away from me,
I'm seeking for the innocent lover,that you used to be.