“Somewhere” and “Communion”
By Oindri Sengupta
Somewhere
Somewhere the rain would fall;
and do so without leaving any trace on the sky.
Scattering the scent of all the streets
waiting on the edge of the city for us,
to have one last drag of winter.
There's nothing in my hand that doesn't smell
of your floating words and
nothing that the river doesn't bring,
passing through the channels of my ribs
to sound like your name.
But everything else that acquires
the sun in all its shapes,
stands like moss
around the ruins of a temple.
And everything else that hasn't left for the wind
segregates the hours from our time,
leaving with us a few orange dusks
and a few drops of our breaths inside us.
Communion
The day left us without leaving,
as water leaves the coast
to capture the setting sun.
This whole diagram of my body,
lying over an April noon
is an ashen embroidery of all the belongings
you carry for the next station.
The colour of sea is in your eyes.
And I scrape the night of a full moon from there
to smoothen the whole landscape of your room.
You miss places and faces that travel with you,
like a passenger losing his ticket to home.
You stir the stars in my sleep
and I keep opening doors.
I keep opening them all
till they become a vast gorge of rivers
where the wind passes without leaving
any sediments of the last traces of you or me.
Oindri Sengupta from Kolkata, India teaches English to Higher Secondary students at a Government School in Kolkata. Her poetry has appeared in The Lake, Poetica Review, Tint Journal, Amethyst Review, Outlook India, International Women's Writing Guild, Abridged, Plato'sCaves Online, Dreich Magazine, Yearbook of Indian Poetry in English and Suspect.
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Sukanya Misra is an amateur photographer. It was that travel that inspired her to get into photography almost a decade ago. Mostly self-taught, she began with travel photography and then eventually began nature photography. She is a natural light photographer with a unique artistic style and loves to capture candid moments. She is a high school teacher by profession and lives in Kolkata, India. As a photographer she wants her photos to imagine a bold and exciting world, in which the subject, be it a product or person stands out and shines.
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