By Anasuya Bhar
Indulgence Confidences, quiet whisperings My books talk to me I talk to myself In endearing tones Pampering my desires My little secrets. My small pleasures Crowd around me My sorrows nestle close There is a smell of togetherness That could, perhaps, be equalled To a fond embrace, familiar Now stowed away into the Deeper channels of my mind. There are places, which Give me warmth There are colours, which Remind me of moods There are fragrances, which Remind me of moments that are memorable. In Silence Poetry speaks to her in silence In absolute silence, When, even the noises, That clutter and clog Her senses, and her mind, Are all quiet, and ready to listen Like the faithful student, all obedient. Poetry then, speaks to her -- Unburdening, one by one, All her disquiet. Its music, the starkness of plain truth Appeal to her, in solitude. Poetry speaks to her in silence.
Dr. Anasuya Bhar is an academic teaching English literature in St. Paul’s Cathedral Mission College, Kolkata, India. She would also want to be known as a poet.
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