The Night Owl

A metonymy for life!

Luminescent sobriquets,

nuances and innuendos,

oleander dreams,

a morsel of leftover words;

decoding syntax and semantics!

Taxonomy of hysteria,

transfered epithets,

shifted proxemics

blurring the gap between space and dimension.

Peeping from behind translucent ballads

are hurrine rhymes

trying to carve a niche

within a heartfelt epistle.

Noctilucent clouds on summer skies;

splurged with meta communication midst graphic metaphors.

Dangling dreams from distant corridors on sordid noons.

A table fan,
 
Maa's flowing hair,
 
fish bones on aluminium plates,
 
the smell of egg curry on my fingers;
 
Baba's sweaty shirt smelling of his toils.
 
Thamma's broken wooden chair.
 
Spring evenings
 
and an ivory reticence
 
wrapped within an empiricist's sheet;
 
a metonymy for life
 
climbing down the spiral staircase of remembrance,
 
wearing a galvanized smile.

Debarati Sen works at the Presidency University, Kolkata as a Junior Assistant. She is also an independent researcher in the genre of Disability Studies and a freelancer with an International NGO named JPS Medaid. Writing is therapeutic for her.

3