In the storm’s eye

Hear The rumble of the wind, The ominous tune it plays on roof tins. Behold The darkening of the sky, The swift embrace of clouds on the sly. Feel The pounding of the hearts, The rain’s sharp descent, its pointed darts. * This whooshing wind, this eerie sky, This unyielding torrent in the storm’s eye,Continue reading “In the storm’s eye”

After the storm

He sits on his haunches                         Palm over the head. The storm last night                         Blew away his hut. It was made out of straw                         And some thatch, It was no match                         For the might Of the raging monster. In Sundarbans,                         People become meals For crocodiles &Continue reading “After the storm”

This train runs on blood

Once upon a time, a 5 a.m. monster that would screechingly halt By the local railway station, next to my childhood home In Calcutta, used to be my mother’s morning alarm. The memory of that goods train thundering past our abode, Rocking its flimsy walls is vivid still. Who’d have thought That a day wouldContinue reading “This train runs on blood”