Poems By Deeya Bhattacharya

Poems By Deeya Bhattacharya

Indulgent October

The impish blue, slowly fades

into a nebulous white;

Somewhere in this drab dullness

when the dew is fresh and crisp

a cat ceaselessly , purrs;

The attic is indelible

with remembrances of yester night

stalwart October’s dampness

chill of the wee hours; unabated

a warm sip of water from my flask

The early croon of birds

their languid squeamishness

not a spoilsport at all,

a mood enhancer but at this hour.

Invincible Autumn’s spright

slowly spreads

the woodland paths not far from home

I watch the silent fall, the communion

of leaves , one by one, goaded on

to the dead beat; a patchwork

of slush and mud

It is procreant

every flaw to hide, blemish to withhold

for its time , this hour

to replenish;

My limb invalid grows,

my bosom empty, my bed deterrent

a reminder,  this being just a phase

a passing away of in adequacy

that has crept in

on a sullen October dawn.

Fooled In April

Dusty crevices,

suck up your mane

you, a fool, puddle like

in yellow camisole, squirm

the gin and bread, by the stove

flare you up

emotive in dream swollen eyes

catapult a time in memory

waiting the final ordeal

the applaud, that never be-

a fool , justified

in bedimmed eyes

spilling midnight oil till

that swallowed up , everything

aside the penny, the chill, brittle bones

that break from the aftermath of penurious labour

that night, many a nights after

misty eyed, you slap dashed while

crumbling silences evolved negative.

From A Baghdad Rose

Silence gathers on the fringes of a Baghdad Rose

It's succulent fleshy stem hems in all the happiness-

expected on its petals- the theraeuptic dew holds on-

nourishing it: complete

This silence communes mystique-its ethereal beauty

trapped within its petals-speak of no imperfection.

The velvety sheen it wears, unravel Arabian Nights

the shimmering lust curtained veils the libidous glow

of a feminine form to be despoiled;

Years of laxity, stain accumulates on its time-bound history

the harem- the harness

But all these- a wasteful reality we chew

Why should all this settle in the consciousness

Into A New Dawn

Into the forays of darkness

At the moment, when dawn descends

On the Mother Earth

She alights-

Tip-toed,

With a rustle here

And a footfall there

Of the elements of nature

She’s no doubt a beauty to wonder at-

It’s still dark, now

With the morning breeze flowing

Against my face my bare arms

As kisses of my beloved

I wonder how they chill-

Zephyr’s assistants

A muteness prevails at this hour

So delicate-

Waiting, the intense livid ball-

The morning sun

Yet to arise from its bed

And shed its rays on Mother Ochre

The wee hours of the morning stealthily arrive

Against the pale blue, the far

And faded sky-

I watch pensively

As a tiger stalking its prey

I want the in-thing, the beauty

To drink-

But Oh look! She’s arrived-

The fair maiden morning

And how she flirts

With crooning birds

And filled with sound

Of the early dawn

Dwellers, her mates, sworn in

She’s  so sprightly and  cheer, in secrecy

She’s hazy and frosty and pink perhaps

Against her pale skin and cheeks

As if of a maiden blushing, apart

Anticipating her anguished lover. 

Born, in the Industrial town of Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya pursued her schooling in Carmel Convent. After post-graduation in English Literature from the University of Burdwan, she did a degree on Education under the same University. Currently, she teaches English and poetry at a High School under the Govt. of West Bengal; India. She is a bilingual writer and contributes to several journals in her mother-tongue. Her poems have appeared in Poetry World, Journal of Literatures in English, Gulbarga University, All-Round Monthly (Faridkot) and the website: www.dimdima.com for children, Dimdima in print, contemporary Vibes ( Chandigarh) and other several anthologies.

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