স্মৃতির ভূমিকা

Memory's Role

In this cloudless morning's secret, soft glow

Of sun rays filling up unfamiliar tree branches

Birdsong from a curious bird

Filling my cup of delicious idleness.

A golden butterfly moodily lands 

On my silver hair

Perhaps lost.

I stay still, careful

To preserve her

Utter lack of fear, doubts.

I belong not amidst plants

I cannot speak into existence

Fragrant flowers and fruits.

I look at the green waves

Of leaves and shrubs descending into eternity

Framed by tall mountains

Crawling without a care amidst clouds

Their playmates in the sky. 

Playmates make you forget

Your immobility, your fate.

A thin silent brook

Seems to hint at

Hibernating monsoons

Pebbles pointing like

Ghostly fingers in green shade

Towards meaningless desires

Rivers shading skins

Like a restless snake.

Mountains reaching out

To the endless blue above

As if willing me to decipher 

Text written in invisible ink.

Geraniums arranged on my staircases

Have seduced and reduced me 

To breathlessness 

My rhythms and movements

Smothered in scents

Today's sensuous ambience

Picturesque beauty 

Will be painted with words 

Included in my journey

Of words, movements, memories.

Words traced in time

Within my journey-however long it lasts.

 

 

Ⓒ Debjani Chakravarty