Volume 4 Issue 2, June 2020
Special Issue for Indian Poetry
As the streets give off warmth;
And a bewildering stillness
Troubles the souls.
The gloom of silenced thoroughfare
Recounts the story of lost vigor;
Vacant shops, empty precincts
Mock the ephemerality of glamour.
Like damp fire-crackers fizzled out
Petty men walk down the roads.
Snappy and nervous
They sputter like seeds in oil.
Aversion has encrusted the hearts
Callousness has corroded the minds,
Lives are convoluted in an addled commotion
As dispirited beings trapped in a stolid landscape.
Children are crying with fretful whimper
Echoes of their screams, loud and deafening,
A seemingly endless confinement scars the childhood
Vexatious and maddening.
The sky weeps
The landscape moans
The earth has turned yellow
Blood drips from the wounds.
The night has descended
Lift up your veil
Your lips are trembling
Like a river in the dale.
Your quietude shall break
In the wanton play
Your coldness shall turn to desire
And coyness faded far away.
Her bosom heaves with wild palpitation
Her heart beats with unbridled passion
Kind tumults unsettle her veins
Reluctance subsides and Love reigns.
The moon has a sacred glow, serene and bright
The lights witness the fulfillment with immense delight
The nuptial bed anxiously awaits the union
Never was silence so golden.
Denial in Love
in a compartmentalized,
Watching the infant;
the sleeping cherub
on the cradle bed.
With sleep-laden eyes
softly you sang to the young rebel,
angry and restless.
Your angelic touch
on his brows turned his raspy voice
to benign amiability.
The lioness in you battled ceaselessly
with his agony and ill health,
his frailty and anguish.
With Time faded,
the yearning for motherly affection,
love dies away in oblivion.
Shivers in pain the old wrinkled hands
that once made bed , pulled up the wet covers,
washed his face and curled his hair.
Abandoned in the dark, you embraced the night
Light deserted you and so has the child.
A heart bleeds, exuding no pain
The blots soon disappear, leaving no stain.
Rebuilt with an evolved artifice
The empty shells learn to please,
And the dumb smiles dare not the angst release.
The world crumbles down with great disdain
Yet the anxious voices their silence retain.
What seems real is the devious art of delusion
What is delusional is a clumsy commiseration,
And what lurks inside is a silent longing for liberation.
Traversing the solitary gardens along the gloomy lane
She walks past the vigilant trees driving insane.
The weeping eyes slipped from the cage surreptitiously
Incarcerated with fear, her heart sighed heavily,
Transcending the silenced voices thus rose a trembling voice frantically.
The past breathes inside her like a heart in pain
Brimming with the rage of warrior set to ingrain,
The self-long lost in the act of unblemished submission.
Pitted against the murky shades, she knows no retaliation
But the head held high is on the road to self-assertion.
An endless path, a downcast face, a gloomy mien
Narrates the tale of innocence, assaulted and slain,
Regrets the lure enchantment in the game of seduction.
But the bygone shall never be touched by aberration
Because Life educates through sorrow and contradiction.
A broken window, a distorted glass pane
A bamboozled soul drenched in rain
Slipped on the pebbles, dropped with a gasp
Scarred, she falls apart, no arms to enclasp
Yet alone she stands unyielding, her breath loud and rasp...
About the poet
Meghna Roy is a writer and scholar in the field of English Literature. At present, she is working as an Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Bankura Zilla Saradamani Mahila Mahavidyapith, West Bengal. She obtained her M.A degree in English Literature from the University of North Bengal. Her publications which have appeared in several Indian and International peer-reviewed journals, include “The Anti-establishment values in Blake’s art with emphasis on The Marriage of Heaven and Hell”, “Mysticism: The Glorious Incomprehensible” and “Nature Philosophy in Atwood’s Surfacing”