Author: Jayati Roy

POETRY | The Storm by Jayati Roy

I see thunder,I see rain,I see heaven’s rage,Descend upon this mane. The sky blackens,And the wind is a riot,How do we containGod’s wrath? Dark clouds gather all around,As if it’s a shroud,The sun of a while ago,Is a golden rim up yonder. The rain it pelts,With mighty gusto,Turning this landInto a state of limbo. But life goes on,This is no wonder,For the rain will stop,And the clouds will disappear. The heavens will smile again,Clear the skies and save its name,For man has to plod along,And finish his task – just the same! *** Header image by O12 on Unsplash.   Hey guys,...

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POETRY | The Durian Tree by Jayati Roy

There once stood a durian tree, In front of my gate, Solitary, twisted and bare, A forlorn state it did depict, Its age you couldn’t tell. Its branches hung high, Twisted like a snake, Black and mouldy, with parasites running wild, Its leaves stuck out in places. ‘It’s dead the neighbours lamented.’ Then one fine day the tree had a gleam, White flowers appeared as if in a dream. Little baby durians poked out their heads, And laughed at us, As if they had returned from the dead. ‘Don’t cut that tree,’ was my father’s cry, Some day it’ll...

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POETRY | Meanders by Jayati Roy

The meanders of my mind know not its banks, Transparent they are as my soul, Placid they may seem at times, The turbulence they withhold. They know not from whence they came, But the end they can foretell. Why these contours? Who can tell? Are these meanders an estuarine wonder? Or are they divinely vulgar? Whatever the perspective, negative or positive, Their bosom weighs heavy with worldly desires. Do the sun’s rays blacken your complexion? Do the rainwaters swell your gait? Does the cold harden your stance? Do you, like the master and his maid engage in a corpulence...

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