Mitali Chakravarty

London cabs, jams and kinship

London, once the centre of the empire where the sun never set, dates back to prehistory with evidence of structures from Mesolithic times.

2d ago

When fiction challenges communalism

A journey that shreds castes and creeds to heal the self-esteem of a woman.

Words of Love

Thoughts of a devoted poet

Festival of Memories

Bulldozed brick by brick, my childhood was torn apart by tears streaming down the stone facade as my house collapsed.

“No Home or Land, No Country, No Earth”: Plight of the Refugees

“War is vast. It reaches across the horizon, loftier and older than peace. Killing came before war, but it might also be that refuge preceded war.

Two Poems

If sunflowers shone in the sky and clouds floated in lakes,

Creation

A brief history of the creation in verse.

Waves

Peach seas murmur with the colours of the setting sun. There are no peach trees here — only

“In the sky of knowledge, there are no borders”

“Today it seems to me that every festival in Santiniketan offered homage to the seasons in some form or other… Much later I learnt that the festivals of Santhals and other Adivasis are the expressions of respect for farming and forest life. There are forms of nature worship based on an advantage of the earth as a primal mother.”

Embroidery

Pink cherry blossoms, 

To Bahadur Shah Zafar

The Emperor wrote a lonely note. In exile, he wept for a grave in his Native land. Colonials

A prayer

What is the sadness that with

Anointing with Love

Listen to the swish of the waves. Feel the breeze whisper caresses. See the mangroves stretch

Aubade

Each night, the sea with the moon croons a lullaby.

Unrest —

And then it rained flowers, then it rained flowers emptying the trees.

When?

The scents and colours of the morning arouse the wetness of the night. The dewdrop splendour awakens the dawning sunrise drenched in colours

Something missing

Something missing from this dish and that.

Moving On

Flowers on Facebook — Violet, red, yellow, orange — splashed a welcome into a garden never visited

Love, Love Again…

Perhaps, the time has come to Love, Love again

Oborodh Awake!

The keepers of law

Different Worlds

The cloud saw the girl sitting in her balcony and reading. Peace and harmony -- thought the cloud and smiled.

Confused

I am mixed-up — cannot help

A Requiem for Amazonia

Amazon burns Each flame licks a life

June 26, 2021
June 26, 2021

Anointing with Love

Listen to the swish of the waves. Feel the breeze whisper caresses. See the mangroves stretch

June 26, 2021
June 26, 2021

A prayer

What is the sadness that with

June 26, 2021
June 26, 2021

To Bahadur Shah Zafar

The Emperor wrote a lonely note. In exile, he wept for a grave in his Native land. Colonials

April 24, 2021
April 24, 2021

Aubade

Each night, the sea with the moon croons a lullaby.

April 3, 2021
April 3, 2021

Unrest —

And then it rained flowers, then it rained flowers emptying the trees.

January 2, 2021
January 2, 2021

When?

The scents and colours of the morning arouse the wetness of the night. The dewdrop splendour awakens the dawning sunrise drenched in colours

October 17, 2020
October 17, 2020

Something missing

Something missing from this dish and that.

August 22, 2020
August 22, 2020

Moving On

Flowers on Facebook — Violet, red, yellow, orange — splashed a welcome into a garden never visited

April 11, 2020
April 11, 2020

Love, Love Again…

Perhaps, the time has come to Love, Love again

March 28, 2020
March 28, 2020

Oborodh Awake!

The keepers of law