by S. Rupsha Mitra
There’s something brewing in?the space
between the soft foetal hush of a
new breeze, the sheath of dark in the ashen sky, and?the
tangent of light like
The tartness of mulberry
and the bright of a peach skin-ricocheting through a windy sky.
The green gorgeousness of the ground as a
smoothened transparent lightness of paper
— bordered with the leaflets dripping from the branches
of trees like love letters,
Like reddened postcards strewn in the pattern of
Alpana upon the hauntingly beautiful dry landscape.
The heart’s suffering a wondrous abandonment
midst this emerging out
of half-pain, half-excitement
in the longing — to cease soon as the jaggery of blending heated
hues —
Autumnal prayers
echoing like a sweet song, the free fall of the
aanchal of fall
send invitations to me,
To the doorway of you.
S. Rupsha Mitra is a student from India with a penchant for writing poetry. Her works can be found in Blue Marble Review, Fuse Magazine and Indian Periodical.
