I.Seasons and Her

Darkness envelopes the Monsoon sky;
The promise of rain beckons
Poets and their inspired verses,
As leaves, petals and us
Breathe a new life, exhaling a silent sigh;
Respite from the summers torturous heat.
The first rain embraces the earth,
Emanating the intoxicating smell,
Rising slowly, one with the tobacco smoke.
…From shaded river banks to this gloomy room,
…I here and she so far away;
Trapped in an isolated dream.

The winter chill creeps in slowly.
Outside, the leaves brown and brittle:
Little flecks like moths borne on the frosty air.
Racing along with the river, gushing past.
The lethargy spread like an epidemic;
Every being gracing a semi-eternal sleep.
Snugly I am tucked in my faithful blanket,
The mind lost in a dream of her:
…From deserted river banks to silent alleys.
…I here and she so far away,
Oblivious of my existence.

We welcome ‘Maa’ to our humble homes.
The ‘Shorot’ skies adorned with cloudy wisps,
Every corner ringing with the beat of ‘Dhaak’.
Mustard fields abloom with a yellowiest hue.
Revelry all around; New clothes and a renewed joy.
Then with teary eyes and saffron we bid her goodbye.
This forlorn heart reminded yet again:
…Her voice echoing through an empty abyss.
…My thoughts drifting in and out, with her.
…I here and the Raagini lost in my imagination,
Nonchalantly walking away.
                                                                            -Dipanjan Saha