By Anasuya Bhar

Camille Monet on a Garden Bench by Monet, 1873
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Pollination From one thought to another My mind slips Like the insect who shifts From one flower to another Trying out new flavours, new fragrances – My mind flits from one thought One task, one poem, one book To another, in some never-ending game Of restlessness, unease and disillusion, Looking for some kind of satiety Some fulfilment, some happiness. My mind waits to be held back With one thought, one look, maybe One love of gratuitous pain - My mind rests from moving thought To thought, in the happy resignation Of paper to pen. Ruminations Silences lay pregnant Expectant, between them On that solitary bench Where, much could have been said, Much could have changed, But there was a ‘nothing’ between them. Moments that flowed like lines parallel From each heart, each soul, But moments that hung Heavy with possibilities Of somethings, happy or sad. In that time and mood, Were they only two Separated from the rest, the sundry? In those silences, each lived For the other, even in non-acknowledgement, In disdain or in pain. There was prescient quietness where million Words could have stood – Silence lay pregnant between them In that bench, on that day.
Dr. Anasuya Bhar is Associate Professor of English and the Dean of Postgraduate Studies in St. Paul’s Cathedral Mission College Kolkata. Dr. Bhar is the sole Editor of the literary Journal Symposium http://www.spcmc.ac.in/departmental-magazine/symposium/, published by her Department. She has various academic publications to her credit. She is also keen on travel writing and poetry writing. She has her own blog https://anascornernet.wordpress.com/.
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