AMITA
RAY
Forgiveness
In
choking darkness
you cross
my mind
a
familiar cadence
hummed in
wordless silence.
The
choice was yours
to
meander
for
fresher pasture
new life
calligraphed in destiny’s whim
beseeched
a compromise
nursing a
sucking wound.
Now in
the bend of twilight days
i shuffle
abandoned stories
Flashing
sepia images
a little
voice inside me whispers
“let me
out”
i look at
the sky star studded
a
toddler’s wonder
kindness
crucified
in the
milky darkness of night
oozes
free
i easily
forgive.
Blues
Deserted
streets, downed shutters
Blistered
feet, dumb shrieks
A world
of oppressive stillness plagues me
Words
stagger and pause
As I try
to scribble some semblance of a poem
My mind
in penumbral obscurity.
The
little bird at my window sill
A daily
visitor tweets ‘hello’
Tries to
bewitch me with impish pranks
The new
tendrils of the creeper
Sway to
greet good day
I stare
at them blank without any cheer
They
wonder at my apathy
Drowned
am I in insipidness of ‘new normal’
A repertoire
in isolation.
I long
for a shaft of ‘sunshine on my shoulder’
Once
spelling happiness
It peeps
through the Eastern window scanty
I smear a
dose of Vitamin D
To ward
off my quarantine blues.
A Poem
A guilt
pleads your eyes
Forgiveness
In the
shadowy corner of your lashes
A pearl
glistens.
A hint of
solace thirsts my soul
Beleaguered
In the
swaying rhythm of flowers
Your
smile doodles
In
ecstasy I rise renewed
Reborn
On the
sun kissed ripples of blue
Your poem
dazzles.
AMITA
RAY
AMITA
RAY, former associate professor of English is based in
Kolkata, India. An academic of varied interests she is a translator, short
story writer and poet. She has two books in translation to her credit. Her
short stories have been published in The Sunday Statesman, Cafe Dissensus, Setu
and other on line journals. Her poems have also been published and feature in
anthologies.
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