7 Rings


Melancholy and cold like a stone

Sitting in the darkness of doom,

Years turn to decades

Purple haze turns to light.

Long gone are the days

Long gone is the glory,

All that is left now

Is the rust.

Nothing lasts forever;

No one reigns forever,

Power and greed

Turn the rings of dust.

                                                                – Sanghamitra Chakrabarty / MAKAUT / 34700117006

Copyright © 2020



( Note : Special activity of Mandatory Additional Requirements(MAR) during Lockdown period at MAKAUT WB number 3. – Writing of  poetry, story, blog & publishing online)


Book Review by Sanghamitra Chakrabarty: The Blue Umbrella



Author : Ruskin Bond

Paperback :  88 pages

Language: English

Publisher: Rupa Publications

……………..*Spoiler Alert*………………..

Ruskin Bond brings out the innocence that we all long for through the character of a little girl, Binya. Although belonging from a poor family the world seems so happy and colorful through the child’s eyes.

The Blue Umbrella is a short novella set in the hills of Garhwal. It has been written in easy and simple language. Thus, making the book appropriate for kids to learn and understand without much difficulty. The book paints a lovely picture of the village where simplest things bring joy to the characters, just like a blue umbrella.

Ram Bharosa  is a shopkeeper who is quite envious of Brinya’s little blue umbrella. He tries to trick her in various treacherous ways to acquire the umbrella in his possession. Will Brinya’s sweet pure heart be able to come up with a solution? The book teaches us about the goodness that everyone has but sometimes we have to dig a little deep to find it. It tells a story mixed with humor, joy , happiness and heroism which is an ideal read for both adults and kids.

MY RATING: 4.5/ 5


( Note : Special activity of Mandatory Additional Requirements(MAR) during Lockdown period at MAKAUT WB number 4. – Reviewing of  story books, novels, films, documentaries, YouTube videos)

A December Night


Gazing out the window
I think of life and death,
And how we live in moments
Which turn to yesterdays…
I think of what promises
I’ve still kept,
The cuckoo cries
As your gestures fade.

Picture-perfect smiles,
Long nights in memories,
Try not to recall
Try hard to forgive.
A dog barks at a stranger,
I wonder who he is
If he has ever fallen in love
Then fallen right out of it.

The streets are cold
And the breeze, colder;
As it kisses my wet cheeks,
Yours used to be warmer.
Now I hear the trees sing,
Like you played on guitar strings,
I stare at the night sky,
Clouding my dreams.

You tore my heart apart,
Said you regretted it,
Heard you’ve moved on now,
“Us?” Just a memory.

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2016

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Hidden, it’s what you’ll ever be
From the outside world
From the sun and the trees
And the night sky of stars

You’ll walk in circles
Believing your ‘dears’
In rooms of cold walls
And heave sighs of dusty air

No one ever sees thee
But they all stare
Just not deep enough
To surpass those fears

Fearless, a word of such strength
A strength, flooded with tears
That reddens thy eyes
Silent curses, they can’t hear

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2016

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Soliloquy in Ruins

They commanded-
“Open your pinions
Take the flight”

Soared through blind pages
Of destiny which
Drenched you in icy frost
Heavy and heavier
Weight of the world
Upon your shoulders.
Crashed into the illusion
Of fame and fortune
Blocked the faint reflection
Of your heart’s bloom

Now Dear-
Hear who’s laughing
Radiating your anguish
Do you regret?
That path untaken?
Are you not haunted?
By dreams,
Untouched, still broken?
Who will you hide from?
You are your own destruction…

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2016

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With every ticking second
Silently at night
My mind will
Swim into the secrecy of Thy heaven,
Silently as though an angel
Kiss my sore eyes
And draw the curtains of Death.

For life isn’t mine
Thee gave its wonders to me
And time will return it back to Thee.

The oblivious world,
Would erase each footstep of mine
And the mornings and nights,
Would greet new fingerprints of life

All I ask for is Lord
Give me the strength,
To embrace forgiveness and sorrow,
And break away from earthly chains,

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2016

P.S. This poem was inspired by the songs Born to Die by Lana Del Rey and Lost in Paradise by Evanescence.

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The clinking of sharp knives
Traps of death cages
Cruelty in their blood
Urging to kill for days


Dew drops in the air
Clogging her view
More or less
Humans’ thrill to kill is never new
Listening to the voices in the dark
She walked past the park
Soft breeze sang to her
As she smelled the killers
Insomniac hunters
Began the chase


Run to the woods
Time to get lost again
Your silver eyes
Will survive through nights and days
You never belonged with the humans anyway…

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2016

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It’s crumbled up madness
Lines in verge of fade,
With each tear
Falling as I cave,

It’s my reflection
That’s unrecognizably changed,
Life and death intertwined,
Why do we love in vain?

It’s too high a price,
Age has made us pay
As I stand upon your grave
Holding the letter, forever unsent.

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2016

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She sat on the bed, eyes fixed on the clock and wondering why its hands only turn one way. It was past 12:30AM; a new year, a new beginning for everyone except her. For her it was a new ending. Or at least that’s what she thought in her head. Wearing his old shirt wasn’t going to bring him back. Nothing is meant to last forever. That she had known. But this? This was the last straw. Her hand traced the edge of his shirt, and wondered why she was still wearing it. It smelled like him; a smell that had become familiar over the years. He promised, then why? Why did he break it? Why was she not his first priority? Maybe some questions don’t have any answers. And maybe it is for good. Since those answers would have hurt a lot more than his absence. Someone said that you can’t love someone as much as you can miss that person. It was the terrible truth. Some fireworks were still sparkling up the night sky, like his eyes sparkled with joy when she had said yes. But all that sparkle was temporary. Her eyes were red. A tear rolled down her cheeks as she heard voices and laughter in some distant place… fading with each turn of the clock’s hands, that has made her older and weaker with every ticking second.

46 Minutes Ago

“Sarah? Are you coming with us babe?” Trisha asked once again. Maybe best friends always seem to know what’s going to happen. She never liked Sid anyway.
“No, I told you Sid’s coming home tonight. He promised.”
“Well he had promised a lot of things earlier. Are you sure he’s coming? Has he called you yet?”
“No… But he’ll come. I know my fiancé more than you do. So go, okay? Don’t worry about me. I’ve planned the perfect candle light dinner for us”, Sarah said with a wink.

After Trisha left, she sat on one of the two chairs surrounding a table on which the flames of four candles were dancing without music. She tried to be patient, and then finally decided to send a text:

Have you landed yet? God! When will I get to see your angel face! Come home. Love you. XX

A few minutes had past. There was no one in the house. It was too eerily silent. She could hear herself think. Think about what Trisha said. “No, he will make it this time. I know he will,” Sarah muttered under her breath.
Suddenly the phone’s ringtone broke the silence. It was him.

Sarah: I knew you’d come. You have no idea what I’ve…

Sid     : Hey! Listen Sweetie. I tried my best. But there’s a conference tomorrow. I’ll have to attend it.

Sarah: WHAT? You’re joking right? This isn’t funny Siddhartha.

Sid     : It’s not a joke. I’m on my way to New York. But I promise I’ll make it up to you. And don’t worry; just tell me what you want for the new year present. I’ll bring you anything. Just say it Babe.
(It took her a few seconds to realize what was happening… again. History always has a tendency of repeating itself.)

Sarah: You.
(There was a pause. Almost for too long. They could hear the countdown had begun. “10! 9! 8!…”)

Sid    : I can’t come. I’m… Sorry.

Sarah: So am I.
(“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The crackers’ and fireworks’ bursting sound filled the air with ‘joy’ as she hung up her phone.)

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty
Copyright © 2016

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P.S. “HAPPY NEW YEAR to you. You’re amazing!” XOXO Hope this year brings you colors and happiness in life 🙂

Dear Poet,


Another silent night
No sign of sleep
In the vigil of soliloquy
Thinker, think.
Let your mind roam afar
Travel among the stars.
Scattered thoughts,
Pick them up,
Ink ’em deep
Into a penned verse.

‘Tis a world
Of dreams you’ve dreamt
Or demons inside your brain
Or maybe a someone
You’d once met
In real world
Or a feeling, disdain

“You’re Insane!”
They might dictate
When life is all science
And people claim,
“There is no God!”
Robots are Saints
And their minds
Are made of equations

Somehow somewhere
Even if out of focus,
This treasure still remains.
And they’ll criticize
When your words are
Beyond their reasoning.

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2015

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Dreams in your mind
Memories of some kind

And you might
Even recognize,
A face or two
Running out of clues?

Burning cinder, ashes
A recognizable scent
Or blinking lashes

Underneath what’s hidden
It can’t be defined
It’ll make you wonder
Might even waste time

And it’s over when you wake up
Like flaws underneath makeup

Although, wouldn’t it be fun?
I truly intend no pun!
These dreams could be replayed
On T.V. or Netflix instead!

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2015

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Once, every year
I visit the city on hills
Where lovers dance round snow globe,
And the busy streets

I hear the church bells ring
The coldness and chills
Are gone when a dove sings
Hallelujah for Him

Snow flakes fall
White crystals
And the Christmas decors
Hang around trees

Like warmth in cold air
And blessings from Him
Christ has been born
Casting His halo on mere human-beings

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright 2015


There was a time,
You thought you could touch the sky
And your daydreams were of Fairy-tales
And believed that you could fly.

There was a time,
You build sandcastles
Put the victory flag on top
You were the ruler of the world.

Then came a time,
You grew up too fast
Nothing was what it seemed,
Innocence wasn’t meant to last,

Although it’s been so long,
And life has now moved on,
Remember, nothing’s truly gone,
Just hidden in memories from the upfront.

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2015


She danced
With her divine awe
No flaws
Lights shimmered
Like the brightest of stars
Embracing her
Diamonds and chandeliers

“An Angel?”
His eyes mesmerized
“Love at first sight?”
“Enchantment of some starry night?”
Her smile spoke, “Too fragile a mind!”

Clock’s hands united,
Just in a blink of an eye
She was gone
“Not even a Goodbye?”

He hovered upon time,
“Please rewind!”
A dream, on the edge of reality,
Turned its face to loneliness of eternity
As his world trembled
Her evanescence,
Left nothing but memories, oblivious

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2015


A sudden rush through my veins
Even though,
I’ll have to let it slip away,
Like a tear drop in an ocean
And joy beneath the pain

I can live under these stars
They sparkle so bright.
Don’t need your senseless hate
I’ll survive my frights

Like a rain drop from the sky
I’ll melt away from your chains
They’ve smothered me for too long,
Soon you’ll witness
Your every essence is gone

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2015

His Melancholy Strain

Music, in its saddest form;
With lyrics- monotonous and drawn
From thy lips of cherry, pale,
Words that flow
Into the air

Vibrations, waves,
Kiss my ears
Soft and sweet
Like an angel’s whisper,
Crystal clear

Lines of thee, fill
Cracks of thy broken heart
Twisted games,
And her lies on fire,
Burning in flames of desire

Emotions mingle with my brain,
And my heart craves for his insane
Feel of tainted love in my veins,
Electrocuting my blood
Eyes filled with rain

-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty

Copyright © 2015


Lifeless stray leaves turned rusty brown.
Breeze swirled ‘em up and down
Your body shivered and trembled
And those pale finger-tips went numb,
Until his embrace made you warm.

Time has long faded those moments,
Fragments of weathered memories linger here,
Frosty wind still sweeps through you
It’s getting cold, colder each year

Mirror reflects insanity of old age,
Twinkling, wrinkled, brown eyes hold your gaze.
Fragrance of dry roses creeps out of an old diary,
Pages left- torn, wet and teary.

Blissful silence prevails at night
Until your worst nightmares take control
His mournful voice, still haunts
Echoes through your soul.

So, hold on
To your delusional thoughts,
And listen to his soft whisper,
“I won’t let you fall”
-Sanghamitra Chakrabarty
Copyright © 2015