Sunday, November 12, 2017

Mallika Bhaumik writes


Interpretation

The words fell,

 and I almost knew they would,
 like the withered leaves of autumn,
carrying a silence within them
that looked pitifully at my face.
And that was your answer.

And I see the sun melting at the western horizon,
a grey melancholy wrapping the empty benches of the parks,
their gloom unveiled through a high pitched song sung by a blind beggar,
and a fleet of buses and cars huffing and puffing up the city roads.
I walk along
see the image of a home crumbling, receding, fading

I reach the place I live in ,
I climb the stairs, and click open the door,
- step into a void.


 Empty Bench Painting - click for enlargement
Empty Bench, Monterey -- Reid Woodward

8 comments:

  1. Its beautifully done Mallika di. Each stanza holds a strong a flavour. Very layered and elements of the earth prominently used. Great reading it makes.

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    1. Thank you so much Ronald for getting into the soul of the poem

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  2. great read,so deep in thoughts, too beautiful,one can feel the empty bench in closed eyes...

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    1. Thank you so much for your read n lovely comment .

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  3. Beautiful. The ‘mood ‘ of a void stirringly brought out through your words.

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    1. Thanks so much vinita for reading and for your insughtful comment . Thanks much .

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