November 8, 2015 Meghna Roy 2Comment

I thought of dusting the scraps of your song off my ears. I wanted to scratch the crumbs of your touch from my skin . infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. I tore the memorabilia that had been haunting me like flashes from a past life… ‘til my room was but a dump yard of memories. I darted twigs right into your eyes ‘cause I could discern your face in the nightly skies. I lay there Drenched as the sky bled. Image Source  

November 3, 2015 Meghna Roy 2Comment

A thread of light peeks Through the canopy: just to be cut by shadows. Colours ooze out of her body. Chameleons swarm her little home. Bugs underneath bed crawl into lucid dreams- to gnaw at fantasies. You sprinkled sky in my eyes… can vision be that focused anymore? All stories of moist eyes have today spread wings to become floating clouds. I often feel a rocky mountain in the folds Of feathery dreams. Ashtrays deposit Flakes of longing. Oblivion Overwhelms the longed. The seasonal stream every monsoon washed petals to eternity. Lost a word or two in manhole while running…

September 13, 2015 Meghna Roy

“Home, home, is where I wanted to go” I’ve got a half a page left to be written… I’ve got two spoons of Mishti Doi yet to be eaten… I’ve got to finish sketching the best scene I’ve ever beheld… I’ve got to watch the last half of Ritu-Da’s that movie you so love… A notebook. A pen. An earthenware. A disk. Yet my car seems empty. What if the rain washes the road away before I reach? What if the light dims before I find a way? What if this is the end of the day? What if ……