Illusion
By Srijani Dutta
From the broken mirrors,
Bloody light is oozing out
And spreading all over the floor,
Twigs are sprouting in the tub
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That I store in the corner of my room;
Sensing the heat of my nerves,
I went downstairs
To water the twig-
A few drops of water.
Days are passing
Like the north wind
Coming from a distant land,
Revealing some lies
Or some half-baked truths.
Pieces were scattered,
Now, they are placed together as whole,
Alas, the irony is-
What we see is the fragmented loopholes.
Srijani Dutta hails from a beautiful place, Chandannagar of West Bengal. She has completed her Post Graduation in English literature from Visva Bharati University. She loves reading books and expressing herself through colours, words, and images. She writes poetry and has published her poems/writings in the journals like Setu, Parcham, Contemporary Literary Review India, among others. While she is not writing, she paints. Her paintings have been published in Borderless journal, Creative chromosomes, among others. She tries to maintain a balance between her research and her professional creative practices.