WE VIEW - SUNDAY
Somrita Urni Ganguly, our Guest Editor for this issue of WE VIEW from Women Empowered- India (WE), gathers together poets, artists, musicians & writers to take a look at those 'Sundays' - bygone and present, whose memories linger in the heart... her SUNDAY emerges in translucent dream-like colours, to the soft tinkle of invisible guitar strings...
Somrita Urni Ganguly, our Guest Editor for this issue of WE VIEW from Women Empowered- India (WE), gathers together poets, artists, musicians & writers to take a look at those 'Sundays' - bygone and present, whose memories linger in the heart... her SUNDAY emerges in translucent dream-like colours, to the soft tinkle of invisible guitar strings...
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Journeying Through
I
She sits up
From a nightmarish long sleep;
Needles pricking her soul
To an ultimate shaking grief --
The mounting of losses:
A repertoire of emotions
A collage stretched across the city sky.
A jhumka, a bindi:
Not enough to hide the tired soul she wears to work.
The cycle of waking up and
Falling asleep --
Bogging or nagging?
Eliotesque or merely staccato
She wonders.
Scrapes of wall paper
Rain drops
Dew drops
They don’t put sign boards declaring the dangers of an open manhole anymore!
She won’t eat the wallpaper scrapes.
She might, though, the toxic raindrops.
Did it rain all night?
She patterns soft mud with her bare foot.
Cuts and fangs:
She wonderously analyses
Deeps and oceans:
She practically colours.
Her head is a topsy turvey
Knows neither its path to glory
Nor the route of mourning
II
Then she writes
About the patterns of her mind.
The turns it takes
Just before a gallop
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