My day lies scattered about like fallen autumn leaves harried and harassed, I look about me. The button I forgot to sew back on, that school skirt that has to be hemmed because it is too long. The draft that awaits correction the piled files to be read, the chicken sweats in the kitchen waiting…
Elusive
The road winds its way through soft whispers of cashmere the mist swirls and fades struggling to catch up with you.. Smiling, you turn the corner.
24 years
I stare askance your absence seeps into my soul filigreed in thin lines of blood. #fibonacci #poem
Reflections A2Z
I’ve heard of March madness, but this year April blew me away. I was travelling from the 2nd till the 18th. First it was Austin, to read my poetry and the it was Ranthambhore, tiger-spotting. I seriously thought I would not survive the A2ZChallenge. A lot of posts were written on the go. And I…
Moonshine
I catch you playing hide and seek in filigree taking me to nights long gone nights soaked in wild jasmine and whispering moonlit madness
Sunset
The sun plunges into the water at Oban undaunted by the fiery sea the orb does not care that I am not there.
Z: ZEN
the pond lies silent sleeping in the morning sun diving into its clear depths i find myself at peace my work on dusty earth is done.. silence follows me as i slice through the water swimming to the murky floor rays of light surround me my work on the parched earth is done.
Y: YOU, yes, you!
Did I tell you I love you? Then this poem’s not for you. Shut the door as you leave, don’t bother to say adieu. Did I tell you I love you? Almost? How stupid am I! I see. I did love you, or I think I did till sense got a hold of me. Did…
X: X-RAY Vision
As a mother to two irrepressible teenagers, I sometimes wonder how I got this far. Was it the x-ray vision I claimed I had or was it the Mommy special extra eyes I carried at the back of my head? What gives a mother her survival skills? The ability to cope, when all she wants…
W: Wants
i want to run to leap into your arms as you envelop me in the warmth of your hug brushing my tears away i want to walk in the rain splash in the puddles get soaked to the skin and not remember that you are dead.
ipsita banerjee 