By Anasuya Bhar
Confidences After a time You do not talk Or even feel the need To unburden. You look for peace You sift your thoughts Into chapters that are closed. You begin to look within Into the paths travelled, The detours made, The encounters, the altercations Before you reached the thoroughfares Of life and living. It is always the going, The quest that matters. Routine There is some peace In these familiar chairs Though austere, stark, They bring tangible comfort, A sense of belonging. These wide windows Invite the gaze across To the greenery beyond, Where the breeze Arrests the swaying branches. Dry twigs, brittle leaves Gather into brown heaps All into a cyclical routine. The chalk, the duster and The intellectual debate Amid eager minds, Share learning, A part of the routine. But even so, Lost is the aura From the past – We return with stories Of loss and care Stowed in our bags To travel anew on tracks Of familiarity.
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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