Whisperings in Air

Butterflies soak the sun radiating virgin dreams

Butterflies soak the sun
radiating virgin dreams
on their wings
colours descend
from the morning sky
myriad
bees and wasps
trumpets
mysteries of the still air
in touch-me-nots and marigolds

The swerving sky on the
mouth of the gladiolus
in the wintry sun luxuriate
silence in this part of
the woods a prelude
to stories
from brambles bushes
of betrayal and lust

The Varuna and Agni
conspire in these woods
to unleash the fiery sun
the tempestuous winds
untamed sorrow
of splitting veins and throbbing hearts

Numerous tales
in supplication
overarch in these forbidden lands

lost autumnal chants of
crickets hedge-sparrows
the wily gnats
flitting across the piled rubbles
with a sprite are
now but a requiem to the dead
save the lone whisperings
of the troubled
acacias…….

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Deeya Bhattacharya ( 1 Post)

Born at Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya- a PG in English Literature and a Graduate in Education from the University of Burdwan. Her poems and articles have appeared in several National and International journals, websites, E-zine, besides several anthologies. Member of Poets International, Life Member of Tagore’s Nikhil Bharat Bangya Sahitya Sanmelan and CONTEMPORARY VIBES (CHANDIGARH). She has read her poetry at quite a few fests. She teaches English and Poetry at a State Government High School.
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