Builder
After the
storm, a leaf points its soul towards me.
I drown my
bruises in the offering.
Surrender is
medicinal.
Crimson joy
overflows from the neighbouring petals.
Moist mud in
the tub lends me nourishment.
I cross the
bridge from where sorrows hang.
With slender
white pipes,
new tents
erect in my mind
Balm
The square
Camel colour-box smells of childhood.
At home and
in school, its slender sticks
filled my
quarrels with pied hues of light.
Innocence
knew no darkness.
In the
growing years,
the mirage
of happiness discarded the half-eaten sticks.
I created
rainbows with sands and seas.
The
rectangular box gathered dust at my desk.
After the
mid-life storms, I now colour my canvas
with
ash-white butts of experience.
An old
water-proof coat
protects my
innocent dew-drops.
Yet, when I
am pinned against the wall,
the sky,
like an unending straight line,
smears
shades of colour from its jumbo Camel box
and soothes
my mind.
Joy ride
I descend
the darkness
with sleepy
Camelias.
At every
winding bend, ancient tracks
caress the
pungent wind.
Far, in the
neighbouring hills,
lights dim
to make love.
Pleasure
wets the blanket.
Inside the
expensive car
faulty
thermostat freezes existence.
Wealth
surrenders to the warmth
of the
ramshackle cottages.
Agony climbs
up to the bosom -
chained
desires wrestle in the Id.
Waiting for
a boundless leap,
I navigate
pleasure through the dense
forest of
the mossy navel where
inherited
stretches reside.
Permanent as
craters in the moon,
they spray
warm moisture
and lull me
to care.
Dr Antara Mukherjee - An Editor of 3 books and a Member of Review
Boards of International Journals, Dr Antara Mukherjee is a part of West Bengal
Educational Service, Govt of West Bengal. She is presently teaching at the
Dept. of English, Durgapur Govt College, WB. After several National and
International publications and presentations in the last two decades, she is
currently engaged in exploring Heritages in WB along with pursuing the creative
aspects of her being. She loves to travel, observe, listen to the sounds of
winds and rain to medicate herself.
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