October 13, 2015 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION



Deeya Bhattacharya



At the Namgyal Monastery



At those shimmering heights
fantasy gropes about in silver hairs
weaving cobwebs of senility


At those great heights
where monasteries are
the spell and fumes of ecstasy
run havoc-


the thin air among serrated clouds
speak of sublimity


Through the skimmed rays of light
and the frail sun
the sonorous gong of the dung-chen
and gya-ling
the agony keeps pace
the wrath of a beast
sleepy among mountain lairs
fast asleep among the snow
and its height of innocence
to awake to the rituals of a mountain god
bellowing furious


Its when the avalanches happen……








Wounds of silence


Desires hold me prisoners

scaling walls of atrocities

tendrils of silence

cloaks me

in this vivacious sun

I stand upon the bend in Chandrabhaga

Rivers dry up

in the scorching sun

as this

and often

a sickle shaped back

fits into a collage of silence-

probably a human form

His back against the sun

his iridescent hairs floating

as in a mirage

he stands

The silence that emanates

grows loud each time

the sea meets the river

in a rhythmic chant to

bare its womb

The palm fronds that surrounds

this golden land are a

promise a treat

a silence

in the canvass a river dries up

only to grow luscious in rain.








Deeya Bhattacharya

Born in Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya is a PG in English Literature and a Graduate in Education from the University of Burdwan. Her poems and articles have appeared in several National and International journals, websites, E-zine, besides several anthologies. Member of Poets International, Life Member of Tagore’s Nikhil Bharat Bangya Sahitya Sanmelan and CONTEMPORARY VIBES (CHANDIGARH). She has read her poetry at quite a few fests. She teaches English and Poetry at a State Government High School.


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