Expression
By Antara Mukherjee
Far, from the abode of clouds
rain caresses an Autumn-soaked earth.
Fatigued Sun, desperate to shine,
buries sliced, greenish-yellow mangoes
in the chasm of human memories;
before Winter closes the door to
kasundi-clad guavas, ripe lemons
sell themselves to the tamarind
taste-buds of humanity.
Like a creased shirt, lost in
the dark corner of an old wardrobe,
I drag out my dampened emotions.
In a desperate bid for expression,
they curl up tangy thoughts
through my heated corneas.
I warm unsoiled memories
like roasted corns, smoked and crisped.
An editor of 3 books and a member of Review Boards of International Journals, Dr Antara Mukherjee has been a part of West Bengal Educational Service, Govt of West Bengal, for almost nineteen years. She is presently teaching at the Dept. of English, Durgapur Govt College, Durgapur. She has several National and International publications to her credit and has presented extensively in India and abroad. She has completed 3 international projects and has also tried her hands at directing documentaries. She is currently engaged in exploring Heritages in WB along with pursuing the creative aspects of her being. A bilingual poet and short story writer, she loves to travel, observe, listen to the sounds of winds and rain to medicate herself., her works have appeared in Setu, The Gray Sparrow Journal, Kitaab, Boderless Journal, The Chakkar, among others.