Wednesday 27 June 2012

I Travel Alone

I Walk Alone


If I go to pray in the church I don't dress like a widow,
All the way from my small flat,
I travel alone.


I am a retired teacher,
Old, yet living for myself.

I have a car of my own,
I am too old to drive a car,
So I kept a driver who drives me twice a day... here and there;
I travel alone.

I have sons to call me mother,
I have grandchildren to play with,
I have lots of memories to cherish and perish,
and when I feel lonely...
I don't give a scope to my heart to cry.
I live for myself,
I smile for myself,
I take long drives...
I travel alone.

I keep my purse always with me,
I fear of taking loans,
I meet people and try to love them.
I love to talk so I have two phones in my flat.

And when I am short of words
I lie down on my bed to relax...
to give time to myself,
to brood over,
to think about...
All memories which makes me cherish and perish...
With all the way down the memory lane.

I travel alone.

INSPIRED BY A MESMERIZING LADY WHOM I MET IN THE COURSE OF TIME...
WOULD LIKE TO MEET HER ONCE AGAIN.


A Sulagna Dutta Poem

Monday 25 June 2012

After the TEA


After The Tea


The wind was sultry,
his eyes stood fixed in the horizon.
An orange sun kept falling due to gravity.
He had an earthen cup fuming hot in the air.



Next morning, 
early enough,
I saw the man again...


With the earthen cup fuming hot in the air.


After the tea he threw the cup


straight into the Ganges...
An auto rickshaw passed him by...


The sun kept rising all this while,
due to ANTI-gravity.
The Ganges never waits.


WITH TIME ALL ATTRACTION CHANGES.




A Sulagna Dutta Poem