(The prompt is elaborate so I will not set it here. Make of the poem what you will…)
The pool blazes in the sunlight
Lit by fires that have no kindling
The smell of smoke that is not there
Abrading my skin, have I touched a nerve?
Hector follows me in the pool at Pailan
The heat is unbearable but chills
Nothing moves, even the birds are still
I juxtapose the camera lens, waiting
Every shot I try to take changes track
It’s all fucked up beyond all repair, I shimmer
Through a maddened dream of swimming
In a strange pool with people I do not wish to know
In this very pool with people I call friends
Hector talks to me with uncertain hands
There’s no Ipsy, she died a hundred deaths
In a space with no boundaries no edges
The moon growls in space, waning
Ekhane to mora koi nei, she says
Hector tells me he can smell the bodies
There are no other truths, only death.
ipsita banerjee 
Some great images in here.
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Thanks!!!
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Peppering with mythology and salting with Bengali and Kolkata…loke bhabbe Pailan ki mora-e ki
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Oh, you are too kind!
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I like the mythological references.
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Gracias!
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This is full of mystery that leaves me wondering. Is Hector a dog? Some dogs do seem to know a lot.
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Yup, totally
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yes, Hector is a dog! And yes, they get things we don’t!
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