AMANITA SEN

AMANITA SEN

Pocket

Not just for the natural warmth

they can enclose you in,

I prefer pockets for the immense

possibilities they hold

In their depth where your hands

often slide absent-mindedly.

From the forgotten coin to

the undelivered note,

the ink still fresh with murmur

of the time you lived to the fullest

in words, the pocket knows it all,

it has housed the folds with care,

also let a pair of enjoined hands to be

deep inside where words didn’t reach.

Deleting From The Drafts

No, it might not be like

dismantling the Taj Mahal

if you had built it yourself,

but even then it would be

like annihilating a part of you ,

your throbs-those erratic and

the calmer ones too that got

distilled in words, those wishing to

reach out like comforting arms,

having been crafted with heart

and then simply cancel their flight

each time you press the “delete” button.

The Stormy Night

On nights like these

with winds howling at

your doors unabated,

you stop deciphering its

voice of rage much

like the way you overlook

grim stories of depraved

humanity filtering their ways

into your newsfeed, your

well-preserved, selfish peace.

Yet they manage to rattle you

where nothing stirred before.

You flounder to find its likeness

in history books and in your own

account of metaphorical storms.

You look for a calming refuge.

and dearly wish Tagore’s Friend

for his stormy nights, “Poranshokha”,

“The Beloved one”, is there at

the door to lend you His hand.

AMANITA SEN

AMANITA SEN is the author of 2 volumes of poetry – ‘Candle in my dream’ and ‘What I don’t tell you’. Her poems have been published in numerous journals. She is a mental health professional living in Kolkata, India.