Poetry: Oindri Sengupta

Insignificant wanderings

I have left the sea at the parched door of oblivion
Where your eyes stood to receive my empty eyes.

Words have meanings only if we know
How to listen to the sky when a lightning strikes.
To listen is to completely disown yourself
Like the leaves at the end of a rain.

I have left the sea where the salt has left its scars
Over the stones and rocks.
I have left the sea to know how not to begin.

It’s been years since I last visited her shore
And wrote my name on her water.

Sometimes all you need is a sea to fly,
And a little wind in your hair.

Time we live

We live in a time where life matters
As long as we know how to die.
Time was—
As the time is now.
Only our dialogues have changed.
Only the way we see the faces has taken different forms.
Like the hand that separates a grain from the chaff,
Death strips us of all the longings
Which we have stored inside our dying brains.

We live in a time where every passing gaze is a valediction.
And every joining palm yearns
For the days that were left behind.
In this journey of time,
Life shows a river inside a blooming lotus
That the death holds for us.

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BIO

Oindri Sengupta (34years), is a poet based out of Kolkata. Her works have appeared in a few online and print journals like Muse India, Kritya, Ethos Literary Journal, Istanbul Literary Review, Chiron Review, Hudson View, Poetry Quarterly, USA, Contemporary Literary Review, India, Decanto, Penwood Review, Trouvaille Review,USA and also in a couple of poetry anthologies. Apart from writing poetry, she also teaches English in a Govt. school in Kolkata.

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