Biography of Indranil Bit
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 swimmer in the sea of literature and so every criticism is welcomed as they will help me learn more and also will encourage me.
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.
Sonnet On A 'lost Love'
The very first time I saw you, You bring in me, all of new! I never know your name, Nor do I quest for the same. Those magic bestowed eye May let a hundred hearts fly! It didn't shoo my heart to fly! It did encage thy heart to cry,
Sonnet On A 'sanguinary Fist'
The basin of sand By a claw of drips; Such pungent its’ To crawl the dead.
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.
Three To Thee
The light is creeping near; O my dear, is it to fear? You can't touch, nor can hear; But the feel will let you cheer.
A Desperate Sacrifice
My little lass Like a dream A small virgin Flies around me
Three days what merely is; Before the new year begins, Everywhere is painted new! And the air flutes still spring.
Untold Story 6
I wish to re-write your book, Every book that educates me, May every know-how at place, Only I, just another bad reader!
A To Z For You
A for an APPLE Let B for BALL; C will CALL you My sweet little DOLL;
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 Green Haze
The tall green haze At the bend of the road; The road that wove Round the hillock court.
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 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
All join hands to ballet as to wake 'em up
The beauties and braves of the isle bound.
It’s Sunday morning and the bell rings seven
The bell of the church in a fanatical way