Rajashree’s poem dwells on love’s fading warmth, leaving a restless heart yearning for freedom, exclusively for Different Truths.
Between the dates of the month
or the days in the calendar
On the wheels of time, I dared to walk without fear
Neither I questioned nor I cared to know
In my busy moments or in dark, lonely days
The oars of hope move back and forth,
sways at par with the cadence of your call
To all your dismaying attitude, I aimlessly bow
I hope you remove the illusion awhile
And stop sailing it away with ungentle wind
Now, the birds of the morning don't not even sing
Making me restless, with my heart acutely throbbing.
It makes me feel
I have no option to play
And better, I will wipe you from memory for good
I opt to say
Believe me,
A dew washed autumn is lost in a mangrove in tangles
As the gaiety of love is silent in your lip lock shackles
Wish that spread wings and flutter in the wind
Beyond my eyes, swing
And these illusions kept behind the screen
In the silence of dusk, ever cheering.
Picture design Anumita Roy