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I need to know the world better to understand myself and my role in this world... I need to know you, because you are my co-actor in this world... We need to know each other. I am aware what is going around me and yes, I too keep silent...but my soul cries out...and so i have decided to react in another way...

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September 04, 2010

Yes it's a new beginning to reach out ... to know the world better... to get closer to you... let's get started...

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NAPOWRIMO – Day 5 [Twenty Little Poetry Projects]

April 07, 2020

…she will be the sunflower a new born girl, in the centre of my brain conceived without a man, yet the touch of affection filled my heart, a feeling like movements of a hundred colossal pendulums the frozen silence in my thinking cerebellum forced me to take a walk through my limbic system, and it took me to a day when Aditi and I were strolling around the ancient walls of Angkor Wat we were laughing, and I said, I love sunflowers sister, they are so alive! I am nothing like her, she is science and I am humanities. In a serious tone she asked, what do you mean alive? The images of silent sunflowers stood in my mind and I wondered what to say: Sunflowers maintain homeostasis or that they pass traits onto the offspring, at that moment my lips whispered to me …she will never be your sunflower! I said aloud, sister I take back my idea of having a granddaughter named Sunflower… she looked away and observed those thousands of years ol...

NAPOWRIMO – Day 4 [an image from a dream]

April 07, 2020

a poem I dream of a poem again - of words that would drown me in the world of conscious and the subconscious that poem, which I have lost… through the layers of yesterday’s sorrows, a darkness engulfs me, tortures me, lashes me, mocks me, and then it shows me a light I crave for the poem that can liberate me it always have done; yet now while I sit to write, the poem denies its existence… in my dream the poem takes shapes of clouds and float by of water and flows away of dewdrops and silently wait of tiny flowers, of roads, of days, of nights, of birds, of fish, of snails… and then it becomes me, shackled in chains of ashes from the bones of my dear ones is death so powerful that it could kill my voice? Anindita Bose

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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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