The Night Owl
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.