01 January 1970

Poem: The Raga Of The Rains

'The weekend hangs like nausea on a hot summer noon' - The author delves into the heaviness of being alone.

A season for the self
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The parting meanders between us— 
An untamed river in oil colours,  
It reeks of turpentine memories
minced in a butcher’s shop nearby. 
The weekend hangs like nausea
on a hot summer noon~

Dark clouds call  
like a raven from an empty room  


I wait like a fallen angel
Making perfect paper boats,
Swiping the Meghaduta verses
in loud silence of the raindrops,  

Desiring your return
in the trail of my tears—
The raga of the rains, all night

(Shyamasri Maji is an Assistant Professor in English at Durgapur Women’s College in Durgapur, West Bengal. She writes short stories and poems in English. She has read her poems at Anantha-Samyukta Poetry Festival and ‘Humara Mushaira’ of South Asian Literary Association, 2022)