2 micropoems
by Bhaswati Ghosh

 

Sunset and Moonrise in Kumaon

A film song carries the
background score of
the hills and the

weight of its sunsets.
An opacus swallows
friends’ Laughter.

The moon is a
torn heart tonight.
What price

The bondage of
togetherness —
Fleeting or longer?

My head in the middle
of a sun-slathered snowy
Himalayan range. A spectre

locked in eternity. Do the
Treacherous cliffs
Have elasticity of memory, too?

 
 
  

Nocturne 3

In my breath
howling winds war with
nocturnal wings, flapping.

Your hands smoothen
my breast. The full moon
courts arrest.

On the narrow gauge of
sleeplessness, smoking
silence chugs along.

A plane gnaws on
the sky’s cold flesh
ravenously.

The wounded night
awaits an
ooze-soaking dawn.

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Bhaswati Ghosh writes and translates fiction and non-fiction and poetry. Bhaswati has a background in journalism and has contributed to several literary journals, including Pithead Chapel, Coldnoon Travel Poetics, and Humanities Underground.
Bhaswati lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband. Her website is www.bhaswatighosh.com.