Amortentia

17/07/2021

Unopened Windows 🪟
.

17/07/2021

🧚🏼‍♀️ 🧚🏼‍♀️

17/07/2021

Unopened Windows 🪟

20/10/2019

The embers burn
On what sweet pace!
I've always been the one
To easily replace.
Tired eyes , dry lips
From the familiar pang.
In the heart, it digs:
Your venomous fang.
I'm tired of running
All this while.
It's sad but it's stunning
How every touch was futile.
The curl of your lips
Is someone else's now.
I'm just a bad dream
You'll forget somehow.
Protecting a territory
That's not mine.
I'm writing a story
That ends in two lines.
Your tears I saw them,
I heard you crying.
You're a familiar flame,
Where I keep on dying.
Two eternities gone,
How many more?
The embers still burn,
Somewhere in the core.

11/10/2019

One gap between the curtains,
Reveals robust bokehs of happy lights ,
Frenzied silhouettes in the shimmering glow,
And bargains all day and night.

One silver line in the orange sky,
Summer breezes in the dusk air passing by,
As molten confetti hail in gleams
Of glints of Sunshine by and by.

One tantalising fragrance of fried momos
Amidst the rushing feet of time,
Lingers in by-lanes and alleys,
Allures the street kids with hungry eyes.

One minute to the darkened eve
As the evening sun kisses the Ganges and I
Wonder how poets write odes to great lands ,
But then I just say 'My Kolkata, good night!'

-Tanusree

09/10/2019

I had forgotten how your breath felt like on my palms as you blew my hand warm on cold evenings. The frost bite didn't reach your lips. They were always amiable from the kind words that you spoke to strangers, from the melodies you hummed while we were snuggling under blankets. They told me truths at 2am when reality weighed down upon me like never before. They poured sacred love in my mouth when I was dying inside and needed a cure to resurrect. They smiled the most beautiful smile I have ever seen on a man's face. They quivered underneath my fingers when I made love to you.
Your lips always meant something greater than you'd believe.
And I'd love to paint them over and over with mine until I'd make you believe.

-Tanusree 💖

Picture source: Unknown

09/10/2019

She felt redemption in the dark. The night air was her source of oxygen. She learnt the language of eeriness. Her song was the relentless ticking of the pocket watch. The breeze sang her favorite hymns. The stars illuminated her dreams. The clouds carried her letters to other worlds. She liked how the hollowness of it all filled her inside-out. She liked the inconspicuousness of the footsteps that lurked silently behind lit walls and windows inside curious eyes- through which emotions could play in and out all night. She liked the cold. She loved being vulnerable to the gypsy winter winds that blew from undiscovered lands of pirates. They often sang shanties to her under the starlight. And sometimes rain came and brought sorrows from nations where someone died of drought. She liked the passion frolicking about her emotions at night. She could get over her grudges now- like running worn-out fingers over battle scars. She could smile on her memories now- like wild lavenders in sunlit meadows.
She felt redemption in the dark

17/04/2019

Open your eyes..

19/12/2017

"Possibility"

26/11/2017

It's been long since we last posted. And sorry we couldn't because all the admins are students and we are quite busy with our studies but we would love to get feedbacks from you. If you have any suggestions for improvement or any questions regarding the admins, please
comment. 😋😉

08/10/2017