The parting meanders between us바카라”Â
An untamed river in oil colours, Â
It reeks of turpentine memories
minced in a butcher바카라™s shop nearby.Â
The weekend hangs like nausea
on a hot summer noon~
'The weekend hangs like nausea on a hot summer noon' - The author delves into the heaviness of being alone.
The parting meanders between us바카라”Â
An untamed river in oil colours, Â
It reeks of turpentine memories
minced in a butcher바카라™s shop nearby.Â
The weekend hangs like nausea
on a hot summer noon~
Dark clouds call Â
like a raven from an empty room Â
Alone!
I wait like a fallen angel
Making perfect paper boats,
Swiping the Meghaduta verses
in loud silence of the raindrops, Â
Desiring your return
in the trail of my tears바카라”
The raga of the rains, all night
(Shyamasri Maji is an Assistant Professor in English at Durgapur Women바카라™s College in Durgapur, West Bengal. She writes short stories and poems in English. She has read her poems at Anantha-Samyukta Poetry Festival and 바카라˜Humara Mushaira바카라™ of South Asian Literary Association, 2022)