Poet : Oohini Mukhopadhyay
Grey condescending winds, mocked the dawn of my life.
The day, that day, that very day
As if existence vandalized my femininity.
Overwrought with the burden of continuance
Each breath seemed obese.
That tainted cologne on my body,
he left after he had made love to me
A decade back.
Burned me down to a cinder.
I could sense the boisterous zeal inside me,
to mutilate spirits.
Yes, I was jealous
I was jealous of the euphoric rivers
Of their gaiety, of their glee
to have a deliberate confluence.
I was jealous of the savage winds
which slapped me in flamboyance.
I cursed dreams
I laughed like a harlot
Did even I belong to myself?
The day he had gone.
If it was for a mortal he left
I would’ve understood.
But how could I pity fortune?