Here in this Colonial library dwell long dying dreams dreams once ripe and un broken now beaten and shaded purple not mourning their loss untouched by a human soul Ask me where I leave my soul while I sit in this library how I make peace with my loss Do I smile? Breathe heather of…
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That poem
There’s that poem somewhere and it’s not lost it’s not grasping at strange hands at the roadside begging to be bought home. Yet I search for it for I know it’s somehow near and when I find it I will find my home.
End of argument
“What do you see in the same old moon, full of the stale stench of sweat and gloom, surrounded by the unhealthy halo of bitterness it’s unable to outgrow? Look at it,”you laugh, “swimming naked in the dark, vain and unperturbed by your silly emotions, your thoughts… indifferent, even calloused, like a rotting roti hung to dry…
The welcome.
The clouds brushed my face hungrily as I sat nose pressed against the tiny window pane of that plane bringing me to Goa. The wisps of white leapt and played, snapped at my heels and merged with the greys: forming un-forming…sunlight so blinding like packs of wolves howling at the sky like the stray dogs…
YOU, again.
Like a jar of perfume left open it’s fragrance escaping into the night your memory caresses my thoughts brushes my cheek gentle as the sweet summer breeze even as I erase you from my days
Fallen leaves
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.
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 