The Autumnal Leaf
And in autumn I will have answers
to questions you never asked,
thinking it is too late to know, if
what we felt had the name ‘love’.
Author: Amanita Sen
Amanita Sen is the author of 2 volumes of poetry, Candle in My dream and What I don’t tell you. Her poems have been published in numerous online and print magazine
Post-Contagion Times
how it is fiercely about one breath at
a time, one dawn to wake up to, alive.
Much will be new when the mask is gone.
Like those new lines on our faces;
the footprints of the times of molten grief
on sudden demises, unprecedented losses.
Sadness
It is foggy with queries that simply rise,
knowing too well they have no answers.
It is strung with the year-end farewell tune.
The Tree
its serrated dark brown- faithfully
serving as a wall to the tired travellers.
Poems That Warn You
Have your words prophesied
your events long before coming
true, to your great surprise?
Warned you from falling-have they?
The Broken Pitcher
This fate of drying up
from within had to come,
it knew, when the knock
made it fall with a moan.
The Neighbour’s Wife
as it would for someone
she cared for. Idol-like
in her looks, quietness-
the neighbour’s wife.
Review of “Alleys are Filled with Future Alphabets”
“A round moon rose behind me and lit up the all-encompassing sea like a shining silver sheet”. These lines from the poem ‘Invisible target’ almost paint the sea, the moon, the man on a canvas. It is like the poet takes along with him, his reader in this moon-soaked beach. But while they are in this journey, the poet gives them freedom to loiter around the shores of anguish, pain, longing that rise and falls like waves on the human minds.
The Dream Sequence
much like you watch the score-board,
when your favourite team seems to lose,
only this time you are in the Noah’s ark
with your species and the storm is
intimidating, indiscriminately so.
Walking on The Cliff
Do you keep going on
the cliff, much like the mule
carrying you on the hill-mall?