Suntonu Bhadra

Joined August 2020

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Travel storyteller, photographer, history enthusiast, poetic scribbler ▪ Editor of Paper Poetry ▪ I have started writing on Vocal recently.

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Orange Shaded
Reflections can be a delight to watch, colors and shadows mingle to form a complete symphony of orchestrated stillness, held onto our hearts,
By Suntonu Bhadra2 years ago in Poets
An evening with elite emotions
At dawn, crawling darkness was frowning upon like a shade, around, a quiet state, murmuring tired tones of our passerby moments, inside,
By Suntonu Bhadra2 years ago in Poets
Illusional Emotions
In a mystic daylight I was searching for a theme to write a new poem My closed eyes always did the trick even though writer’s block comes through,
By Suntonu Bhadra2 years ago in Poets
Organizations Are Debating on the Mix of Remote Work and On-site Work
As the vaccination rates are going up in many countries, the governments are loosening the restrictions for covid-19 measures, including opening up office spaces. I was curious to know if the hybrid work (a blend of on-site and remote work) will be the direction for numerous organizations; what would be the best days to work?
By Suntonu Bhadra2 years ago in Journal
Divine Greenish Radiance
you shine you paint your graceful brushstrokes on the sky in the same country as mine, just a few hundreds of miles away
By Suntonu Bhadra2 years ago in Poets
Hanging in there is sometimes difficult
Waking up in the morning comes with diverse realizations Who am I? What the heck I started the day? Vacation, where are you?
By Suntonu Bhadra2 years ago in Poets
Bargained Moments
Inside the dark shadow, my Milky way path thrusts in puzzled mystery wandering on the cosmic implications of the graceful reality that are bound to be reflected within the clasped boundary of fleeting moments
By Suntonu Bhadra2 years ago in Poets
Who Are The Genius People?
Sometimes, the mind of the genius works in a mysterious way I don't know I'm not a genius, nor a prodigy or mastermind
By Suntonu Bhadra2 years ago in Poets
Pouring Some Whisky In The Veins
a glass of bourbon, melted ice coupled with late-night potato chips while crushing onto the teeth sipped heat went down to the throat
By Suntonu Bhadra2 years ago in Poets
Diverse Thoughts Syncing
Pied Piper of despair Weaving nomadic songs, I’m walking in the dusk — Cursing. Pied piper on my lips, cheap cigarettes in my pocket,
By Suntonu Bhadra2 years ago in Poets
Words Play
(1) Call of my heart Silver night. In my beating mind- I’m weaving the net of dreams, Through the zigzag path- Love-touched me,
By Suntonu Bhadra2 years ago in Poets
In The Crowd of
Crowded My guilty heart started creeping inside the past to take a glance on a daydream motion to capture what’s lost overcrowded thoughts blocking the memory lane
By Suntonu Bhadra2 years ago in Poets

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Orange Shaded

An evening with elite emotions

Illusional Emotions

Organizations Are Debating on the Mix of Remote Work and On-site Work

Divine Greenish Radiance

Hanging in there is sometimes difficult

Bargained Moments

Who Are The Genius People?

Pouring Some Whisky In The Veins

Diverse Thoughts Syncing

Words Play

In The Crowd of

Stories (59/0)