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Ritika Chatterjee 21 posts 0 comments
Ritika dons multiple hats through her creative rapportaire - avid traveller, creative writer, thoughtful painter and flawless singer. She has performed on various platforms including getting featured on different television channels in her childhood. She is an art and craft enthusiast and finds happiness in small things of life. She is also great behind the lens and has taken some stunning photos during her trips. With such multifaceted resume, she does complete justice to her name- which means a creator! She is placed in ICICI Lombard and waiting for her entry into the corporate world.
The April Festival
April SunshineOh April wind !Will you blow my fetters off?And take me high up to the sky?I would paint it with the colour of springAnd blend it with my vibrant soulThey call it the yellow festivalAnd I call it the April festivalUnder the!-->…
Cherry Blossoms
One early December afternoonWhen I was strollingunder the mellow winter sunlightMy eyes caught uponA pink beauty, so heavenly, so divineI saw the worldRolling under the falling blossomsOf the cherry blossom tree
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Letterbox
For it has been 253 days now,My letterbox lies emptyI still am being optimisticWhen butterflies would run across my stomachWhen would I get remembered certainly?The postman comes once in a whileringing his cycle's bell"Finally I am!-->…
Pink and White
Those glimmering feathers
Of pink and white
Sailing in happiness over the sky
Like a ray of hope
In spite of the drooping day
Is how they frame an effigy!
They share an invisible bond
The wind so lazy
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Racism
For the heavens call for usSalvation is the songsame mother, same originShould they sing for usIn the open beam of lightOver the boundless blue skyFrom where we belongIs our mother's lap, so divineThe colossal ball of burning lightThat!-->…
Not the same as I do
I don’t know ifThe way I look at the skyIs the same way you look at itI run across the lusty fieldsKissing the peachy skyI lay on the rusty hayTo look at the twittering birds up highI dip my fingers to ripple the waterWhile the kites start!-->…
Secrets of the Night
Sometimes when I have nothingThen I have those lonely nights with meSometimes when there is no one aroundI have the moon to talk to meSometimes when I have no one to talk toThen the darkness feels my agonySometimes when there is no one to!-->…
My Farewell Note
The ticking clockAnd the beating heartIn the most redundant hallucinationInto the world of unknownWhich has my only knownTime sways byAnd my heart sheaths inmemories fill inInto droplets that tickleDown the bottleneck
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