Debarati Sen
Working in Presidency University Kolkata as a Junior Assistant, Debarati Sen’s debut poetry book ‘Blurred Musings’ has recently been published. Recipient of the Tagore Award 2022 and the Sylvia Plath Women’s Literary Award, Debarati finds emancipation in her poetry! She has also been the winner of the International Poetry Writing competition held by the Elite Book Awards in November 2021. She has also grabbed the third position in the National Poetry Writing Month 2022 contest hosted by the Elite Book Awards. She features in the Council Year Book launched on the occasion of Women’s Day 2022 by Literoma in association with the Public Safety and Security Council of Bengal. She is one among the top ten poets of the Women’s Day poetry contest organized by Delhi Poetry Slam. She has co-authored more than 15 anthologies and is recently compiling her first anthology as a compiler with the Quill House Publishers. Her poems have found shelter in prestigious websites like The Antonym, The Yugen Quest Review, The Kolkata Arts, Lapis Lazuli, The Das Literarisch, Synchronized Chaos and Sindh Courier to name a few.
A Rendezvous with Memory
Memory is a linear equation
Joining dots on the graph of reminiscence.
Memories, moments and a rendezvous with tales of yore!
An emotionally turbulent jigsaw,
Perambulating through life’s shores.
Surfing through the ocean of samsara,
Memory is the grass sprouting on the gravestone.
On a lonely winter afternoon, it keeps you warm
It acts as an amulet in the race of life.
The color of memories is lilac.
It spray-paints our lives with its incandescent hue.
Memories shine like fireflies on gloomy days.
I am in love with the memories that didn’t love me back.
Like the wind sketching the afternoon,
Memories draw life’s portraits with acute finesse.
Memory is the sawdust gradually settling on the old wooden furniture
That lies untouched in the corner of a room.
Memory is like a drunken lullaby
That puts the moon to sleep on a low-tide night.
Memories are footsteps to the cosmos
Bearing the chalice of yesteryears.
Memory is like the mist settling on the leaves on a winter morning.
Like a rusty evening immersed in carmine bohemia!
Memories leave your unfinished stories on the bosom of the sky
Very often memories make you fall headlong
Into the mire of wistfulness.
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