Field
of Gold
You
say my brows talk more
Than
ever did my tongue.
I
thrive on your gaze at them-
Calculating
their words with still lashes,
Thinking
of correcting the measurement
Of
silences,
With
surrounding arms
Looking
at my mother:
Having
less on her plate than mine
As
always.
The
bird in my head can’t help but bother
Having
to fly back to oblivion
In
one of these days.
You
say they have had their moments
When
rather too young.
I
walk around the streets of mayhem-
Searching
for their legends – now in ashes,
Grappling
the tightly held hands
Of
promises,
Never
fearing the alarms!
Unwilling
to touch the kaleidoscope:
Having
stayed away from spirited hues
As
always.
The
chess board in my ribs can’t help but hope
Having
to let the Self have its win
In
a million ways.
You
say my curls in a regular bun
Are
never loosely hung.
I
know that they’re mine to tame-
Waking
up to whimsical wishes,
Inhaling
the dreams and freedom
Of
open tresses,
Against
everyday solitary charms.
Watching
a moment leaving another:
Having
survived in a parasitic world
As
always.
The
beloved in my heart can’t help but wonder
Having
to share my volcanic burn
In
a spectrum of rays.
You
say, you say, you do!
While
I peddle fast in a cycle renewed,
Faster
than the coffee brewed,
In
a field of golden wheat-
Where
my brows meet,
Like
your arms on my waist do.
Saheli Ghosh from Kolkata (India, West Bengal), have completed my Masters in English (2016-18) from the University of Calcutta. I have worked as a Contractual Teacher at B. D. Memorial, Kolkata and as an English Language Teacher at the Armenian College and Philanthropic Academy, Kolkata. Currently, I am working as an English Language Teacher at the Ramakrishna Mission Institute of Culture, Kolkata. I am also pursuing B. ED. (English Method) from Loreto College, Kolkata. Ariel Chart is her first literary publication.
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Poetry
The poem is pretty and passionate. I can see myself in it.
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