I am born and brought up in my hometown, pursue my BTech in information technology and currently employed by Infosys Ltd and posted at Chennai. Writing is recently taken up and I am enjoying a lot after every piece of art. I have tried to bring in limelight, Odes and will continue persuading this form of writing in future also if I can get enough support from my readers. I am no great a ... more »
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Indranil Bit Poems
A bird so small, that’s what I am; Name me puny, that’s all I have; My feeble wings are all in all; To encourage me at every fall.
A Desperate Sacrifice
My little lass Like a dream A small virgin Flies around me
The Green Haze
The tall green haze At the bend of the road; The road that wove Round the hillock court.
A to Z for You
A for an APPLE Let B for BALL; C will CALL you My sweet little DOLL;
DAWN of Twenty-Fifth
What is there in Today's night? So beautiful and so bright! The stars are all in a glimpsing twink; All flies of fire to decor with.
Hail to the Lord of the Hour
Join your hands………Lift them up Join your feet ………Tap them down Join the woods ……Lit them up Join the hips……….Round it up.
Ode on ‘ A Little You’
I remember the day you were born; The creeping shadows on the lawn. The vermillion glow on western snow; The snow of clouds on monsoon flow.
In the extreme of all you expect, In the midst of all you think, In the nooks of all you hope, In the flood of all you perceive,
Every night, it seems bright; In my bed, in drops shed; It allures me, seems upheld me; Dreams of mind, of every kind.
The earth is ready to wake; The dawn is ready to break; The black is ready to fade; The dew is ready to shed;
Flowers all round that aromates me Lights all round that dazzles me Charps all round that wings me Hymns all round that upholds me
Ode on a Traveller
In a slanting glory, the yellow rays Streams in like an affectionate lass To give a hug and a warm kiss On the snowy cheeks of the rugged path
Ode on a Reminiscence
The day seemed perfectly moulded for me Not even an issue succeed to shaken me It appeared to me as if in a wonderland With no troubles to shoot back at me
The morning glory with tulip fresh The fogs are yet to recede and fade The roaring sound of a whelming sea The sizzling flow of a chilling breeze
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A bird so small, that’s what I am;
Name me puny, that’s all I have;
My feeble wings are all in all;
To encourage me at every fall.
Perching atop the casuarinas tall;
My heart listens the wood’s call;
Festooned lands with whelming fall;
I am born to conquer ‘em all.
Reverie of thought swims my mind;
I will carry but reminiscence so kind;
The land to espouse me as a child;
Time calls upon me to part and quest.
Smell of maple from distant land;
Streams in like phantom sand;
Mary’s Ville allures me in;
Lutheran confessions rule ...