Art of Remembering

S. Rupsha Mitra

There’s nothing piecemeal about it
nor wholesome,
it’s just the twitch of the cranial muscles,
a flashing beacon
bludgeoning through the mind’s sky,
obscurely moving through the dusty
cacophonies of clotted heaps –
memories
like decaying flower petals on monsoonal days
of blistering and splintering.
Remembering is this euphoric plunge
into the frame of a vast ocean –
the body and the bloated spaces
like the membranes of skin –
yearning
for an absurd affiliation,
an incorrigible connection
to long lost times,
turning over the parchment,
the tedious topology –
the tangled plankton of heart
transmuting a dhoop-rinsed morn
into a misty grey,
cradling the self with the tincture balm
of slow reminiscence
refracting through everything around
like the first shower of brishti, or baarish
or simply, rain.

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S. Rupsha Mitra is a student from India with a love for writing poetry. She believes all forms of art inspire each other and often delves into experimenting with forms of poetry and translation. Her poems can be found in Hebe Poetry, Harbinger Asylum and Fly on the Wall Press Unite Magazine. Website: www.srupshapoetry.com.

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