by Rituparna Mukherjee
Image by Katrin Hauf via Unsplash
I have been spinning words
Walls of them… All over my head,
Lengthy, gilded, scared, short
They come in all hues
Like the seven deadly sins
They clutch on to me
Tightly.
You reside in all of them,
Even if I write cautiously
To someone I don’t know myself,
You sneak in
With not your tongue
Not words
But just your face
And your eyes, pensive and bright
Like dewdrop on a sunny day
Your lips remain still
Your hair blowing wild,
In all my words you steal
Something off of your pen
Let your ink drip
Let your pen unravel what I write
So carefully contrived,
And all my words,
You colour them grey.
Rituparna Mukherjee is a faculty of English and Communication Studies at Jogamaya Devi College, under the University of Calcutta. Her masters in English Literature is from University of Calcutta and her MPhil on Second Language Acquisition and Strategic Competence in ESL Learners is from Jadavpur University. She is currently pursuing Doctoral degree in Gendered Mobilities in west African and Afro-Diasporic Literature at IIIT Bhubaneswar. Her areas of interest include African and Indian literature and Post-colonial and Feminist theories as well as English Language Teaching, Second Language Acquisition and Communication studies. She works as an ELT consultant, translator and ESL author outside of her work and research schedule.
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