Debashree Basak

Hi, I'm Debashree An 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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Coruscant Yore

Perched on the window-sill of nostalgia I could clearly feel the darkness shrouding my soul. That dances upon my unfulfilled dreams Creating a rhythmic percussion of memories and melancholy. The idle wispy clouds sailing across the sky, offer me...

Ready Or Not!

Every evening, Debbie still plays with that carton. “10, 9, 8, 7…..1… ready or not, here I come”! she squeals with joy. Uncovering her face, she runs around their verdant green backyard looking for...

The Invigorating Doors

When the dark black shadows glow And your mind doesn’t tire of its games When the furiously choppy ocean tries To engulf you in its seductively restive waves When unknown destinations, bottomless pits, Point of no returns, dystopian existence, Chaotic...

Mother’s Barren Bosom

She yearns to breathe the free ‘n unmasked air Alas! All she receives is shackles and fetters everywhere. Amidst the cacophony and the glum Exquisite lives are obliterated Hopes ‘n dreams are incarcerated Happiness ‘n exuberance is incinerated.   Her gaping...

Dreams

As I saunter the trail of my halcyon dreams Angelic silhouettes stretched like yawn adorn my path Forever emancipated, never entombed Despite strenuous fighting against ruthless destiny’s wrath.   I gradually transcend to the higher realms Celebrating my being in...

Silent Prayer

Even in the darkest silence of night Let your aura emanate that divine light Chasing away the clouds of hopelessness ‘n despair Let those lips offer a silent prayer Even if there’s impediment in your way Submit ‘n surrender...

Brawl With Darkness

  Fake gratitude, fluent lies Colored existence, feigned feelings Muted voices, futile heartbeats A sinister sense of darkness Envelops me, smothering my hopes I blankly gaze into the horizon That looks fiercely naked Still, I yearn for my pristine freedom Away from facades...

Time To Usher In Change

    Shankari felt relaxed as she retired for the day. The plush diaphanous comforter seemed to augment her somnolence. Just when she was about to doze off her thoughts dragged her into the abrasive and...

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