A
Bug’s Fantasy
A light
bug hovers near a bulb,
part of a
multitudinous crowd
attracted
by the brilliance of the
shine.
This life of mine, the insect
thinks,
is precious and I will glitter
with
brightness, be recognised for
my
refulgence. I am beautiful and
unique.
My fame will spread far,
obliterate
even the lamp, the
sun, the
stars, the moon. A blind
bat
swoops swiftly swallowing
the moths
and bugs. Stillness.
Garden
Stories
I know
how difficult is it to
grow
bougainvillea in the snow
or tulips
in Delhi heat. Yet,
she tried
to find a way. But
when it
came to marriage,
she let
it go. The implant to
a new
home did not sit well.
The
smells. The food. The lack
of love.
It all cloyed to indigestion.
How long
can you live with a
stomach
upset? So, she moved
on to
grow tulips in Delhi heat
and
bougainvillea in Arctic snow.
An Old
Song
Can I
write you a poem?
A poem
about my home —
where
emerald and gold
shone in
mustard fields,
where
jasmines sang on trees,
where
colours swam across
varied
lands, hills undulated
into
seas, flowers flitted in
the
breeze, wafting on the
bed
spread with nature’s
grandiose
treat. But that
is as it
was. Now I have these —
— these
hurts from the past
that
invade my dreams. They
are no
longer real. But that
is still
my song, my poem
about all
the wrongs, all the
ravages
that leave residues.
My home
is broken now.
How can I
build a new song?
Mitali Chakravarty has
founded the Borderless Journal. Her writing has appeared in
hardcopy and online, in anthologies, journals and newspapers. More recently her
poetry has appeared in Dissident Voice, Countercurrents and Daily Star.
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