Sunday, April 1, 2018




It was a chaotic voyage inward
nameless destination
Me alone and you in feelings
Crossing meadow, river, mountain and dessert
Every character of land form – a confronting test.
Green pastures of optimism -guiding
Delighted, motivated, hope escalate
I arrive at the river.
No boatman, no vessel…but I swim
I swim towards dream.
With mountain at my adversity -I ponder
I hear a voice
Call my name- embrace me tenderly
Steep climb escorted by hands familiar
I reach the desolate desert
I Wait-
Will I cross it, hopefully- Yes?
Or will the desert turn green?
I wait-
I say a silent adieu to the hands that held me close
I say a silent adieu for she is no more.
©Tanni Bose.


An insignificant heap of untainted clay
Lay unattended near the temple
One day a hand surfaced for its rescue
for its release, for its liberation.
Molded, fashioned, designed and reshaped it
Again it underwent modifications
Every new identity was matchless.
The hand turned the clay into a lovely maiden
Offered it color
Colour of passion, colour of faith, colour of custody
The nameless clay converted to “she”
“She” was standing on the shelf
Waiting for reason unknown
All over again many hands “grabbed” it
and inspected with scrutinizing black eyes
Examined it……..
By evening she was still waiting at the fair
A strong wind with rough rain
Blew off the fake roof of the shop
She was drenched
Became colourless, slowly melted away in to the soil
At last - a reunion.
© Tanni Bose.


In an uncluttered and open zone for combat
Where we are nested with safe refuge
Where we are insecure, yet boost of plethora of security
Where we pompously carry an armor to shield our corrugated self
Where life stands on foot and struggles to balance
At the end of the long-drawn day
The dream of symbiosis constellates our mind
And we believe we are betrayed.
©Tanni Bose.


Like consuming nectar
The nectar of immortality
Housed on your modest lips
Why do you say it’s just a kiss?
It’s breathing life for a lifetime
It’s all in your lips.
©Tanni Bose.


With dreams distressed 
Rooted to the profundity of ocean
 As escorted under duress, she lay still
Chill, taciturn, embraced in warmth
The moon cursed its helpless presence
 Searched for clouds to disappear
She visualized the solitary moon
Beamed at its beautified yet helpless coldness
Blind to the expression next to her
The fragranced flower smelt rotten
Fissure in heart broadened
 Relieved her as tears and him as lust
Potent time had clogged for her
It was her final take on life.
©Tanni Bose.


Mrs. TANNI BOSE works as an educator in Aravali International School, Faridabad. She was an English Teacher at Tendruk Higher Secondary School of the Royal Government of Bhutan. She hails from Kolkata, West Bengal and was born and brought up in the steel city of Rourkela, since her father was a SAIL employee. Writing was always a passion for Mrs. Tanni. During her high school days she discovered that she was in romance with literature. It formally bloomed in 2012 when her first anthology of poems “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 pacify the parched minds of the enthusiastic readers.  Her passion for reading and writing assured her a berth in the Writers Association of Bhutan and the Edu Talk where she contemplates to make the readers ponder, delight and at times wrinkle their brows. Her writing in Social Medias and her blog “A Grain of Faith” are being followed by many. Her writings 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 “Taj Mahal Review” and online magazines of World Union of Poets, South Asia. Pentasi B World Friendship Poetry, NERUDA Literary Club, Poetry for peace, OPA etc. She was appointed as the Director of World Institute of Peace India Branch from WIP, Nigeria and Nomino La Poetessa by Union Mondiale dei Poeti. She has also received Certificate of International Award as World Epitome of Humanity from World Institute for Peace, the Enchanting Muse Award at the India World Poetree Festival 2017, Fellowship Certificate as the Fellow of the Regal World of Scribes, “Pride of the Globe”, by the World Nations Writers Union, Kazakhstan and an international Diploma “TEMIRQAZYQ-The Best Poet-Writers of the world”, 2017. She has attended the Inter HGS Literary Meet 2017 of the HERMANN GMEINER SCHOOL, FARIDABAD (SOS Children’s Villages, India) as Chief Guest. 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 and in Delhi in 2016 February and SAARC Literary Festival October 2016. In October 2017 she attended PENTASI B World Friendship Poetry Festival as a coordinating member. After publishing the book “Dawn and Dusk”, she continued her literary work in the poetry world.  “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” was released at the SAARC Literary Festival 2016 at Jaipur and he fourth book “The Clipped Lady” at the PENTASI B World Friendship Poetry Festival, 2017, Hydrabad. Writing apart, Mrs. Bose loves reading, music and her students. Love given reciprocates she has a passion for pets and a thorough family woman. After all – books support her; music heals her aches and her students adore her. Life then becomes poetry to her.

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