Debashree Basak
Hi, I'm DebashreeAn erstwhile Banker who currently loves to scribble her heart out.
A mother, passionate blogger, published author and published poet.
I totally believe in the power of words, they can heal the world and herald a change. Therefore, I do my bit by contributing while concurrently satiating my soul.
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Inspirational
The Fresh New Painted Beginning
Svale used to say, “Consider yourself a newbie while learning, and life will reward you opulently with lessons that are worth cherishing”.
Despite being a recipient of the Magsaysay award for his exemplary contribution in the...
Poetry
Twinkling Dreams
Lighting up my mind's cobbled alleywayLively, buoyant dreams rebooted my soulLove and glee enveloped me straightawayLiberated to feel replete and whole Igniting thousands of dying cindersIridescent hopes bounce back to soar highInked with certitude, conflates...
Inspirational
Purpose, Magic and Miracles.
Shankari’s past and present are far removed from each other and she’d lived many lifetimes in between breaths.Today she’d completed her happy second year of city life. Shankari wasn’t equipped for so much happiness,...
Life
Seeking Answers
The wafting aroma of honey cake from the nearby café triggered my nostalgia.‘Twas the same café that had witnessed two souls falling in love. The mandatory tea, honey cake and shortbread cookies were her...
Poetry
Prejudiced Circus
Contemporary circus of hideous judgementsEmbrace all women, despite juggling with utmost finesseAkin to those highly skilled, self-reliant acrobatsBalancing every arduous act with great panache.The bull whip of sky rocketing expectationsSabotages the flying trapeze of...
Poetry
A Season Where Heaven and Land Coalesce (La’libertas)
Shimmering icy serenadeAdorns bare trees with crystal crownsCold Nature in crystal white gownsCaressing eyes with pure white shade Wintry willow wands pirouetteIn tandem with the drafty windsStirring their wintry dreamsThey remain grounded on the frozen...
Short Stories
Over And Out
Since the time I was born, I was incarcerated within the morbid, chaotic prejudices.I yearned for a breather to break free the feigned passage of time. None seemed to approve of my ‘non-girlish’ dreamsI...
Poetry
I Strive, I Thrive
To every impediment of lifeI express my heartfelt gratitudeFor succoring me to fend for myselfAnd thrive commensurate with the existing conditionsOblivious to the “what people will say” jargon. Every time I emotionally invested myselfTo the...