TANNI BOSE

TANNI BOSE

THE SMOG

Terror! Terror! The morality burns,

How dreadful the clamor of screams and scorns.

Worn-out people evading for respite,

Hopeless souls clinging in despite

Hearty streets shower, heartbroken images,

The once untainted air smells burnt ravages

Colours are beautiful, I had learnt

But all colours here were, bleak and burnt

Fire and smoke a usual sight,

Hopeful men, homeless overnight

What a disgrace to human community?

No love, no ethics, no sign of pity.

Hyenas’ and jackals’ have men become,

Scavenging on human values, relishing the feast as fun,

Towns are open graves of men,

Pathetic humanity in disdain

Powerless tears crawl out of innocent eyes,

To empathy the poor souls, on their loved one’s demise

Terror! Terror!  The bitter frozen cries

The smog of terror reside in human eyes.

WOODS

There stands a little house

Made of logs,

Looks more of a cabin

Whitewashed in fog

A bird flies over

Perches on the tree

Flowers all over

Beautiful like you and me

Let’s rush to the woods

Call people in delight

Feast on the greenery

Bathed with heavenly light

I have never seen heaven

But hope to see once

Is it something special?

Or same as this one

I unfold my heart

I recall the pleasant sight

I agree to myself

This is heaven in the light.

DAWN AND DUSK

Dawn and dusk

is the perception of our life

One shows the creation,

The other depicts the demise.

Both possess beauty

And has specialty of its own,

Oh! Dawn

A symbol of rebirth,

You portray the essence of life,

I follow you helplessly

With hopes and dreams to realize

You bequeath the faith in me

With your tranquil silence

I feel you conveying

Numerous thoughts in my mind

Thoughts, the essence of my life

Some materialize and some die.

But I always look forward

Oh! Dawn

For you is the cosmic source in my life.

I follow you and at most times

You companion me to dusk.

At times with a happy mind,

Sometimes heavy at heart

My dreams unfulfilled

I slouch on the lap of dusk

Only to be born again.

Oh! Dusk

You tenderly nurture me in solitude

Cajole me safe in blanket of love

Your deep eyes brighten my spirit

Adieu! Rings your voice

With new hope and pledge, I move on.

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TANNI BOSE

Mrs. TANNI BOSE works as an educator in Aravali International School, Faridabad now. She was an English Teacher at Tendruk Higher Secondary School of the Royal Government of Bhutan hails from Kolkata, West Bengal. She was born and brought up in the steel city of Rourkela. Writing was always a passion for Mrs. Tanni. However, 2008 became a defining year in her life since she could publish a few of her works in the school magazine and made a self-discovery that she was indeed in romance with literature. It formally bloomed in 2012 when her first anthology “Dawn and Dusk” was published. Her readers, including critics confessed that a new breeze in poetry writing is here to blow to soothe and to ruffle too, of course. Her passion for reading and writing assured her a berth in the Writers Association of Bhutan and the Edu Talk where she thinks aloud to make the readers ponder, delight and at times wrinkle their brows. Her writing in facebook and her blog “A Grain of Faith” are being followed by many. Her articles in “Student Digest and Norzam Speaks” both publications in Bhutan are well taken by readers at large. She also contributes regularly in the international journal by Cyberwitnet.com “Taj Mahal Review”, DIOGEN MAGAZIN, voices Net, PENTASI- B – WORLD POETRY, She has represented Bhutan as an official delegate in the SAARC Literary festivals in Thimphu, Bhutan in 2013. She was a delegate in the FOSWAL Literary Festivals at Agra and Jaipur in 2015   At Delhi in 2016 February and Jaipur in October 2016 as well. “Floating Stones” is her second work of poems, ringing the inescapable paradox of existential pulls and pushes. The poetess here is swayed by multiple senses and sensibilities, reflected in these poems. Her third Book “The Molested Clay” is published by Authors Press. Her upcoming novel and poetry book is ready to publish. She is the Coordinator of the India World Poetry Festival and Pentasi B Fellowship in Hyderabad 2017. English: Contemporary Poets, Their Works, Projects, News, Links and Sites; International Poetry Forum; Travelogue; World’s Association of English Poetry; World Literature: Poetry, Essays, Memoirs; World Nation Writers’ Union (both groups); WM Defending Women Rights. Frente Poetico Mundi (formerly World Poetic Front Defending Women); World Union of Poets-Orissa, lndia. Recently, she was also added to Creative Writing  World Festival of Poetry—Welcome Poets of the World; and Neruda Literary Club. Writing apart, Mrs. Bose loves reading, music and her students. Love given reciprocates. After all – books support her; music heals her aches and her students adore her. Life then becomes poetry to her