Summer of hundred memories Talks incessantly to livid dreams The river takes birth from Your navel to cross milestones On its way Your hair cradles thousand fireflies And the night sky like a cropped lantern, On a peasant’s cottage kindle far flung hopes Of a meager meal The night owl’s whooping cry Stretches like a canvass of grey Over the wilting valley Far, the river of smoke Rises like a merry dance of death Our entwined eyes licking The mopped corridors of our very existence And dreams like music drift.
A home is a place, where Mornings and evenings glide into each other Like the passage of days and nights Full of cricket’s songs home is a tide where a nursing heart Sows its dreams and reaps a falling light towards its milky way The cacti of sorrows and melting pains here Drips honey like on our tongue And empty tangents of crossfire drawn towards its radii Here burdens hang like graves Heavy with desire And we retire towards dust
Deeya Bhattacharya is a published poet based out of Kolkata. Her works span the internet in various poetry sites journals and zines. She has to her credit several Anthologies both printed and e-version. Scarlet Lear Review(USA), Shot Glass Journal(USA),Oddball Mag, Piker Press(USA), OVS Mag, The Green Silk Journal, Taj Mahal Review etc. She has Co-edited An Anthology On Autism Under Different Truths Publication a Global Participatory Social Journalism Platform based in India and USA. Apart from writing Poetry she teaches English in a Govt.Sponsored Higher-Secondary School in West Bengal, India.