Poetry

March 15, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Rakesh JV photo

 

By

Purabi Bhattacharya

 

 

 

 

Ordinary dreams

 

 

in a spring-lit room,

our hands at clay dough

craft prototype, with textured caution

terra cotta

with our folded sleeves

we get dirty.

 

Clay upon clay upon clay

earth love.

 

The smell

the touch

the folds

the feel

and you

wrap your arm around

very ordinary dreams

 

hush…

there are sentries everywhere

come clear with your faith

 

No, do not paint it colour saffron

I am sneezing already.

 

 

 

 

 

Curtain fell

 

 

Meanwhile

curtain fell on a life

for four sequent days and five spare nights

customary condolements poured over

and

team of ants in a matter of less than an hour

cleared up their new assignment.

 

 

 

 

 

Purabi Bhattacharya

Purabi Bhattacharya is a writer from Shillong, India. Currently based in Gujarat, she has debuted with a collection of poems ‘Call me‘ published by Writers Workshop, India. She is on the panel of Muse India Book Review. Her poems have appeared mostly in print journals, anthologies published in India apart from contributing to some internet poetry portals including Tuck Magazine and Ink, Sweat and Tears.

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