Amita Ray’s Two Poems

Amita Ray is a seasoned poet. Through simple lucid verses and imageries, she expresses her moods and responses to the world around her. In an almost Wordsworthian vein she finds equivalents to her thoughts, sorrows and joys in nature. The poet seeks healing in the monsoon showers that reinvigorate nature, brings hope and rekindles her creativity. Physical pain diminishes as a poem is born. Her desires defy ageing as they ‘explode like pods’ in the ‘womb unborn.’

1. ON BEING CONFINED

When days are harsh and putrefy

moments oxidise in a pool of pain

hours whither, turn rusty

each day’s indolence unaccountable

sprawls over to the next–

I seek to brace my sorrow in words

the aching fissure in my bone

registers dishevelled thoughts

I take baby steps to healing

couched in crutches of hope.

It rains relentlessly

monsoon therapy ushers

healing aroma of blooms,

penetrating the epidermis

of disciplined solitariness

I write this poem.

2. AGELESS

The song of shedding leaves

tinges me grey

I smell its fragrance

mind disembodied

I see the mundane shadows

dumped in backyard

of illusion

desires material

explode like pods

brings me

closer to axis

closer to norm

closer to truth

in the womb unborn.

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