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.