THE CROSSOVER: SATARUPA SINHA ROY Satarupa Sinha Roy is working on her PhD. in English from University of Calcutta. Next Poem:....................................................................................................................................... Back to Poetry Index

The city from this other side of somewhere is beautiful:

the luminous fibrils of lined, lighted towers scrawled under a full bridal moon.

And all this trembling like a seductive mirage:

between sleep and waking.

 

Owl-eyed, I peruse the night---

the cold glass stretching between us like an ever-expanding peephole,

this is the night before the voyage.

 

My bags wait in the hall, packed and full of trinkets---collected along other routes:

highways; winding desolate mud tracks

littered with bones and dirt---

leading to this moment under the quiet moon.

 

And, from the other side all peepholes lost in a jumble of light and dark:

after I let go.

The city along the even shores recedes like a comet’s luminous tail,

never to return.

 

Memories drift aside like dead seaweeds:

leaving behind

a lifetime of forgetting that awaits a lifetime of retention.

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