Ishita Goswami

blogs from Kolkata

The Broken Self
A beautiful face without a name. searching amidst the random crowd for the broken pieces of her existence. Scattered, tethered, somewhere lost around waiting to be picked up, to be cleansed to be gathered and put together in shape. For she has no purpose in her life hovering like a body without soul...
Posted on 26 May 2013 | 5:49 pm
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Story of a Solitary Lass
A lass all alone,Being left on her ownFor her fate crafted this way, leaving in sorrow and dismay. Bereft of emotion and love Her eyes had seen enough No care anywhere 'round To heal her bleeding wound. Despised of her own being She left everyone, unseen Not that anyone cared for a glance Lonely and...
Posted on 28 March 2013 | 12:24 am
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DROPS OF HEAVEN
A gloomy dark had broken my sleep The silent air had stirred my deep. Black clouds there were, all over the window! Dull sun rays had casted weird long shadow. Was it only, the nature's melancholy? Or the time itself, had passed too slowly? Perturbed by the darkness, I searched about A strike of bri...
Posted on 25 November 2012 | 12:07 am
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