A Prelude to Embracing Horizons
As the fading yellow ran its course Through the stringent window panes And the waning afternoon warmth Touched upon the unwatered Adeniums, Probably for the first time in the day, It didn’t feel like approaching The tail-end of something... In that quiet afternoon’s reprieve, I caught the sun in its melting art Encroaching on the shrunken browns Of my waist. I beheld my bruises After a decade’s flight, reeking Beneath the linen warmth. A sun-bathed Frida, a hidden plight... I yielded I turned around I let that slithering golden Besmear those age-old uncannies That I live with... I saw redness I touched them for the first time. I knew I was trudging off The cushioned periphery... The effulgent golden hour Intensified the anodyne note At every nook and cranny. The fissure of an untamed decay Ferreted out lights anew. Breeding life in lilac and bloom, They fathom the depth Of the unresolved, unlit, Yet gulping it all along The festering decay... That evening, I saw a nomad gipsy tucking Bougainvillaea In her flowing tapestry’s embrace. I saw a buoyant creeper making room Across my decaying window pane. I saw the sun’s tender bath To the brazen northeast in twilight purple. All foretelling the union yet to be, Prior to being one with the horizons…
Rohit Dey
Rohit Dey, a recent post-graduate of the University of Calcutta with a masters degree in English language and literature, works as an EFL facilitator in addition to furthering his studies and has a strong interest in weaving words into the soothing fabric of poetry.