Biography of Sumallya Mukhopadhyay
At Present, I'm a student, pursuing English Honours at Presidency College, Kolkata.
Believing ardently in the magic of words, I always make a humble effort of creating a canvas with the aid of the magic with an abundance of original images, that we tend to overlook and overshadow in our everyday life.
Sumallya Mukhopadhyay Poems
A flicker Gentle In dark Resting
No star can sing. No star can shine. No star can rot.
Faintly falls a star. Like a dewy drop Midst the cider-wood. Lost in airy-nothingness
Affluent jeers of friendship. Mercedez thumps a beat, consistent. Red turns green, off they leave. For the night is well spent.
Stars in the night- One. Two. Three. Four. Like promised candle-words Light up the patient dark shore.
A Walk, Immemorial
Take a few strides, pass the crowd, flanked By aged-familiar houses, faces known To the patient Church -the cross still standing; Where daily prayers meet to discuss!
Country Summers, Letters And Her
Country clouds skimming the highland shore. Treading the skinny sky, Past the stars of delight, blanketing each Once; for a while.
Strings of the lover parted, His melodies-hanging and gifted. The bottle kicked,
Our Rain Song
Dew-drops! Splashed, simple. Hands, immaculate
Stars scurrying in the sky. Midnight, full of dust. Clouds and clouds of it rises- Like footsteps of children
Strings of the lover parted,
His melodies-hanging and gifted.
The bottle kicked,
Off it rolls, to the roadside huts.
They collect some each day;
For their dreams are to be sold.