Mom's Magic

On a tense night before exam

And even after a prolonged day's journey,

When hunger strikes

Mom shows up out of the blue

With a simple plate of rice.

Mixed with the same old boring yellow dal

And just some mashed potatoes,

Which lack any extreme flavours at all

To fascinate the taste buds.

But why do I like it so much

And its aroma makes my mouth water

And why do my eyes long to shift its sight

From the glamour of my phone

To just look at the delicacy twice

Which looks nothing but like an

Overdone painting

Made by an economically poor artist

Who could only afford colours

Of some shades of pale yellow and white

It is not as fancy as

A cheese burst margarita

Or popular like the street foods-

Kachouri and Phuchka

It doesn't even come in an

Embroidered plate

Or is served with a silver spoon

But it has something magical about it

Which draws the naughtiest children in.

It's like the alcohol

Addictive once you know its taste

Yet more satisfying

More pure and healthy

Packed with the goodness

Of the warmth and love

Of a caring mother's hands.

And no,

Even the most talented chef in the world

Given its recipe

Cannot recreate this dish.

Pustika Parua

Autumn

Season of fall we say,

It is so good with winter breeze,

Perfect time to go on dates,

Time when the weather is saying,

The winter is coming,

Drops of rain can fall on you,

But can be dry like a desert,

Trees are balding,

Like fifty-year-old people,

But unlike those people,

Trees will have their youth back,

If there is a start,

There is end,

There is fall,

There are new leaves,

It’s just a wonderful time of the year,

To enjoy yourself,

Maybe a mysterious adventure waiting,

Only for you.

Shrestha Banerjee 

The Two Sides

A coin has two sides,

So, do life

One shows head and other the tail,

All these teaches you to thrive.

Life has a dark side

As well as a bright one,

But it's always you who will decide

to have sorrow or live it with fun.

Life is not a period, but a journey,

Sometimes easy, sometimes hard

But it will always teach you something,

Only you have to accept it with all your heart.

Life is a choice,

which only you can make

The two sides will always remain,

Only you have to treat them as a piece of cake.

Rith Manna 

My Sleep

Here comes the night,

The cruel night,

Why is my sleep always on a leave,

And just leave me on the bed lying.

Rolling on the bed,

Staring at the ceiling,

Or just reading another book,

I’m just bored but not sleepy.

It’s midnight now,

And I’m still awake,

Oh homework! I remembered late,

Finished it quickly, now what to do,

Go to bed now it’s really late,

Maybe my sleep is on its way,

But till then I’ll have to wait,

And I will probably still be awake.

Aryan Prasad