This is not just another institution to cater to the needs of merely those interested in the studies of English language and literature. It seeks to promote and foster a sense of inclusiveness that is inherent in the very tenor of the language and its literature. And in a changing global scenario, this need is even more pronounced. And the need to use it in sync with the native versions cannot either be wished away. So this journey towards a holistic approach to English.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
SOMETHING AMISS by Sowmen Mitter
SOMETHING AMISS
Sowmen Mitter
Million cusecs must have trudged away -
Can't I fathom;
Must it have changed its course,
I guess, miles down
Or how it is, this feels so remote!
Ache that tore into my soul, would
Haunt me at sunrise till it went down
In the west, leave me asking for a solace
From the clouds....
Doesn't bother me any more!
Amazed I brood - looking at the trail
So faded, getting fainter everyday
On sands of time - if life's this,
What's there on earth, about life
That makes you feel 'something amiss'!
Flashbacks I cherish - close-ups,candid;
Some 'bare' moments, silhouettes of a curvy valley -
Distinct; shivers and squeals of desperation,
Dams out to explode, deluge -
Having somewhere left their inscription.
Lookalikes - guess you, must be pastures to graze:
Those must be the hilly bulges, where the vesuvius
Lies dormant - sensitive to agitation;
Around - this is that familiar terrain
For you,- to roam about, plunge headlong...
Then comes 'you' to you - 'something amiss'!
...............
BEYOND THE MUNDANE by Sowmen Mitter
BEYOND THE MUNDANE
Sowmen Mitter
Find a way, as you would
Into a land unbound
By things so drearily mundane,
Escape if you can
Into days far-bygone
And reverie of a pensive solitude.
Cherish if you will
The pleasures that heal
Nicks and bruises you must've got.
Relish the feel, aware and awake
That some earthly mistake
May have it all torn asunder.
Sowmen Mitter
Find a way, as you would
Into a land unbound
By things so drearily mundane,
Escape if you can
Into days far-bygone
And reverie of a pensive solitude.
Cherish if you will
The pleasures that heal
Nicks and bruises you must've got.
Relish the feel, aware and awake
That some earthly mistake
May have it all torn asunder.
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