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Raining Stars – A Poem from Bengal

Debarati Sen, a Kolkata-based eminent poet, shares her poem

Debarati Sen

Debarati-Sen-Sindh CourierWorking 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.

Raining Stars

A torpid tale of stoic eyes.

An almanac of bruises hanging from the timbre wall.

Sunken shoulders bearing the burden of

A solivagant journey

Her spirit pulverized after every Armageddon!

Her life: a veritable Golgotha.

Filled with dismembered desires.

Strewn across trenches of apathy.

That actuated the Olfactory of a bloody stench.

She bit her tongue and gulped the storm

That carried the grey wraith of paranoia.

Her bosom filled with the roar of the waves;

Unkempt and tempestuous.

She fondled her wounds and fed her blood clots with thrombolytic dreams.

As she rose from the ashes like Lazarus

She prayed to the tenebrious night

To obfuscate her wounds within her stygian womb.

Infernal flames churning pallid thoughts

Burnt the synodic period of love and yearning.

A metric to her woe was calibrated.

A rusty dawn was born from the night’s womb

Suturing her wounds with the first sunbeam.

From the clouds fell the ‘Raining Stars’

And the Aldebaran of her spirit shone bright in the Hyades cluster.

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