Bismay Mohanty

The sky had a vast sea of clouds floating in it with the rays of sunbeams traversing in distinguished harmony through them. Me and my roommates, were having a casual walk around the campus. It was in the fresher year when people try hard to make selections for their life partners or friends with similar interests. We three belonged to the normal community of nothingness and mostly remained within our circle. It was around six in the evening and my roommates, both belonging to the same section, were reminded of the need to buy some stationery material from the town. They boarded the bus and I was left all alone.  Thinking about the lake behind the hostel, I made a quick decision to go to the spot. I had been there once before, for taking bath with my friends but in the evening, nobody would go there without purpose. So I made way through the little gap beneath the campus boundary and climbed upwards to the railway tracks and began walking slowly enjoying every charm o

A murder of crows on the branches of a tree In vicinity to my window pane I see On the Sunday morning, being indolent It’s a great time to gaze at all irrelevant. Coos and caws and rattles and clicks to heed I had fallen asleep too late, forgot to feed No signs of leftovers, nothing new to provide Previous night went on empty stomach and chide. A kind never thinks and does things Craving attention with show off of emotions Sometimes leading to deliberation after deplorable And crows caw till the silence becomes inaudible. Another species epitomizes downfall here Who never waged a war out of fear And to chicks, come tell stories of their bravery Maintaining supremacy out of words in secrecy. Another who had a smirk on its face Profoundly talkative but receives no solace For all the worries come from others Who were praised with words of a soother Later, on discovery, they knew this crow Was something who can’t see anyone grow Thus. wi

Angelica- She was the first girl I had a crush on. Same height as mine, a divine combination of straight and curly hair extending till her waist, a black mole below her lower lip and a sea of smile on her face. There are infinite things I can describe about her, but I won't, or else you will fall in love with her. I met her at a friend's place in which both of us were invited. It was a marriage event. After all the processions were over and the bride, who was my friend's sister, left to the groom's place to spend a happy life ever after, I went to the roof of the hotel to puff few cigarettes before going to sleep. As the first puff exhausted to perish in the darkness of the night, there seemed to what can be called as a squealing tone. I moved forward towards the back of the water tank- a girl in her early 20s was sobbing bitterly. Sensing someone sit next to him, she tried to control holding back her tears but it was already too late. "Hey!", I said i

Solitude has been a great friend lately. Every morning I wake up and go through my notifications sitting in the bathroom. Sometimes, if there happens to be lots of them and the bathroom door gets banged on by whoever is in the queue.  My friend, Solitude, remains asleep all the time till I go to college. So, I brush my teeth and wash my face, the first task I do is bring breakfast for myself and my roommates. As my roommates wake up too early and I don't join them to the gym, I have this responsibility of bringing food for them.  Once we are done with the food with some good music to start the day, in the background.  Then as I board the bus to my college, sometimes in sitting posture and sometimes standing and crushed like a potato between the crowd, I meet Solitude; always in the same destitute as me.  He is a nice guy. A better version of myself. He looks the same as me but a confident and charming smile prevailing over his face.   At class, I often sit i