Myriad Tales

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Here’s an intense poem about the inner turmoil, by Deeya, for Different Truths.

Curses left me behind

To float like blotches

On skin

Blindfolding me


Legends floated on

Soda; it was a wild night

And gruesome 


Somebody shouted in the dark

Pitchy like on a chilly night


Of swindling face of


I lay with

Gospel flint and sawdust

The way to sulphur flames

Etching fires 

And weeds of agony

©Deeya Dey Bhattacharya

Feature painting by Dagna Majewska. Photo from the

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Deeya Bhattacharya

Deeya Bhattacharya

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, 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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