Trying out Her Identity

Pawn tiredness
under the shades of unparalleled beauty

you’ll never find her

but her whereabouts are
with everybody

A very secret sun gives her light
out of reason rains pave her way smooth
when the cocoon turns a butterfly
blesses her like a mother does
her child

under that cold touch
years together
she strings up
those saved independent sorrows
which mixes with the
scent of Bakul1 flowers

Even then you wont find them
like those unsettled disputes
in whose facade those whisperings
are lost till now

Yet everyday you have renamed
like those exciting pet names you’ve called
like ancient evenings you
have mistaken people
for her
yet didn’t find her
like you

  1. Bakul — Medium sized evergreen tree in South Asia Bearing cream coloured scented flowers []
Deeya Bhattacharya's poems and articles have appeared in several National and International journals, websites, E-zine, and anthologies. She is a member of Poets International, Life Member of Tagore’s Nikhil Bharat Bangya Sahitya Sanmelan and Contemporary Vibes (Chandigarh). Deeya teaches English and Poetry at a State Government High School. Read other articles by Deeya.