Priyanshi Banerjee

  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 26-Aug-2016
    I knew I would stand here again, Where lands are covered with despair and pain. They moved on with no regrets, And it is me walks with loneliness. I sing those melancholy melodies, And think they are the only remedies. In the vicious cycle of past I am trapped, Nobody's there to help me out; no one to give a hand. We are besides each other but our hearts-  far away, Our ego is the predator and we are the prey
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 28-Aug-2016
    They shouted out loud but were inaudible, They screamed a lot, but for me silence is incredible. Words may be magical but also hazardous, When said out of consideration! Are tremendous. Words may bring warmth or burn a soul, Depends on you! You assign them which role. Be it the alpha beings or royal entities, All get tarnished due to words' anxieties! Let your tongue be aware of that evil culprit, To weaken relations it tries to knit. My age is not ripe but message- fruitful! Let this message make you succeed and successful  
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 28-Aug-2016
    When my countrymen be in despair, Let me pour oil on wounds to care.....
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 02-Dec-2016
    'I have lost everything, not even an end is working out' he said, the depressed. 'Your heart is working and so are the breaths',the peaceful exclaimed. And then a sabotaged soul emerged to be successful.
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 04-Dec-2016
    He winked, she blinked And love escaped sealed lips....
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 04-Dec-2016
    When waves so high hit shores so hard, No room to exit no space barred. No traces of humans step or footprints, Only the raging face of waves which yet grins. The shouts and calls reduced to salinity, All reduced into mere body, which once, was an entity. And there! A stretching hand for help drowned and passed, All alone in solitude I stand here on the bay. This day the pebbles are the alpha beings, The breathless, blind and new royal kings.
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  • peacefully sabotaged
    Priyanshi Banerjee | 04-Dec-2016
    When waves so high hit shores so hard, No room to exit no space barred. No traces of humans step or footprints, Only the raging face of waves which yet grins. The shouts and calls reduced to salinity, All reduced into mere body, which once, was an entity. And there! A stretching hand for help drowned and passed, All alone in solitude I stand here on the bay. This day the pebbles are the alpha beings, The breathless, blind and new royal kings.
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 29-Dec-2016
    No slumber- my pal, dreams never hold me, Eyes all awake- across the globe I see, My puppets in haste rushing endless miles! Vast distances filled with malicious cries. And there! Another begging on his knees, Who was capturing the cool breeze. Little did his mind ever know, Work is my friend, leisure is my foe, I am time the ever immortal, Under sun-a predator ,under shades-nocturnal. His head is a grave where I have been buried, Didn’t understand for him, I was worried. No currencies would shed his deeds so heinous, No tears would wash his mind so treacherous.            
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  • An ode to triumph
    Priyanshi Banerjee | 02-Jan-2017
    Poems
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      Hid many faces under veils of fabric, My life is a thousand pages, not a limerick! Enough of your attempts which conquered my freedom, My entity is a possession, not your ransom! My march shall walk forth, beyond my vain, Despite the will to confine me with your chain.   My skin isn’t a treacherous isotope, Which, in your privacy, tries to probe, Not inflammable, nor combustible. Not my clothes, but your mind- susceptible. Hid many faces under veils of fabric, My life is a thousand pages, not a limerick!   My bangles don’t exhibit daily chores, But beauty and strength it upholds. My hands aren’t evidences of cowardice, Nor weakness but a morning bliss. Hid many faces under veils of fabric, My life is a thousand pages, not a limerick!   I am not a silicon lifeless doll, Mortal, cold and gravely lull. Not a puppet with a fixed smile, Victim of your hands’ turmoil! Hid many faces under veils of fabric, My life is a thousand pages, not a lim
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 15-Jan-2017
    I look for you near shores and seas, In every scene that you cherish, In the moonlit night and sandy breeze! Didn’t find you but you can’t perish!   This lonely wicket noon shall overcome, The silent talks heard before, You may be deceased to a handful or some But into your cup yet tea I pour.   Your limericks I hear every dusk, It steals me away from turmoil. Your voice so clear and so brusque, I listen as I toil.   The dawn in front complaints your absence, Wishes to kiss you a farewell, But I, still can feel your presence, In my cottage yet you dwell.   The autumns ask for your destination, Your hands it wishes to hold. They say you skipped to a heavenly nation, “You are mistaken”, I told.   Your footprints have still paved way, For my ajar entrance door. “it’s a pitiful illusion”, they say! And exclaim as they mourn.   Their sobs so cold chills my spine, But you come and hold my hand. Your fingers, into
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 15-Jan-2017
    I look for you near shores and seas, In every scene that you cherish, In the moonlit night and sandy breeze! Didn’t find you but you can’t perish!   This lonely wicket noon shall overcome, The silent talks heard before, You may be deceased to a handful or some But into your cup yet tea I pour.   Your limericks I hear every dusk, It steals me away from turmoil. Your voice so clear and so brusque, I listen as I toil.   The dawn in front complaints your absence, Wishes to kiss you a farewell, But I, still can feel your presence, In my cottage yet you dwell.   The autumns ask for your destination, Your hands it wishes to hold. They say you skipped to a heavenly nation, “You are mistaken”, I told.   Your footprints have still paved way, For my ajar entrance door. “it’s a pitiful illusion”, they say! And exclaim as they mourn.   Their sobs so cold chills my spine, But you come and hold my hand. Your fingers, into
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 04-Feb-2017
    That girl in the bus was drunk in monotony, And you were succeeding her pretty soul, It was summertime, life flew in symphony, But moments later, your peace she stole!   For brakes applied, the stop had come. The jerk forced her body to fall, Rest were still, but you- not scum, You lifted her, when numb stood all.   She thought you outraged her modesty, When you intended to lift her up! She slapped, for her you were nasty, Right then all eyes upon you, ganged up.     You were crushed under the brick of guilt, For I witnessed the sobbing tears. And she- her mind had no clue about it! For she still stared, your dignity she smears.   I call you a “soldier”,your actions were noble But for the world she was entitled valiant, Your heart so pure, I hereby ennoble, But for the world she stood eminent.   So here I stand upright to apologize! You were punished for an undone crime, Your deeds not vindictive, but wise. Yet your paths covered rocks and
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 07-Feb-2017
    TEENAGE LIFE! Seems fun but is not. When I return to the thought bubble a week before I recall that just a week before I had been separated from my friends, not by some outside force, but a force from within- the awakening! A sudden jerk just turned my head towards solitude. This somehow turned out to be the reason behind the beads of perspiration rolling down my forehead as I felt that I won’t be able to make friends and jumped onto the conclusion that I would die alone sitting on a rocking chair, all soaked in depression! Then my birthday approached! The huge burden which bumped onto my bosom as I had no friends, no party and most importantly- no smile. But then I turned my eyes to my teacher-life! may sound a philosopher’s talk but solitude was the phase which made me aware about everything, all you need is your companionship. One may not have friends but if someone has that spirit to share everything with his own self! Viola! You have a new best friend-you. One does not need to venture into da
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 21-Feb-2017
    Close your eyes for a second and go back to that day when you stayed quiet while someone did one that one evil thing- fight! Now burst that bubble of thought and feel the flames within you which are way more hotter than global warming. Isn’t it crazy the way we curse a person twenty eight times, abuse for the seventy sixth time and kill them for the fifth time in seven different ways down in our mind yet stay numb in front of that very same person? Well, yes it is. And when I dig down to find the reason behind my silence, I find the roots of tolerance. Its only our tolerance and patience I suppose which is the main cause of the grudges which seem to tear our entrails. There is a fine line between patience and cowardice but this fine line doesn’t seem to be fine enough to be seen by people. Our patience is mistaken by their cowardice, basic error in interpretation I guess? But be it Ancient history or a layman’s life, wrong interpretation creates a domino effect which falls down eventually towards interna
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 08-Mar-2017
    Poems
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    Came from the rib of Adam the ‘XX’, To join Adam and his life’s annex. She served company to the man- Adam, but later considered a possession of venom! The tables turned right from times immemorial, She was considered not equal but menial. And the day she boarded the bus, The men turned to evils- venomous! That night her dignity was strangulated, But the dress of the victim- society anticipated. To give her a hand no one came over, Now in shame, their heads bend lower. The day the wedding bells set off, That day her sweet name took off. When the events past that eve, When her home she had to leave. She was told to forget her formers, The very next moment she bothers. About the past she bid adieu, About the life laid down all new. Beads of perspiration rolled down, Soon settled on head- chores’ crown! No longer shall she be a victim of your demands She is not born to bear your adamant commands She will no longer be drunk in monotony, She questions the society&rs
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