“On hold” by Purbasha Roy

Occupied in my obsession
to stare at zero skies
it was another dawn
sleep found shelter in you
and I with feline drift
reached unspent windows
knowing sea as contemplative
breath I think of lavender weekend
moments glancing through eerie
silence. I have forever known
there aren't enough poems
in me. To fill this empty cloud
of time when I look for poems
in placid ripples of infinity
wordle crawls between my fingers
as phantom drizzle of verses
on my poemrupt heart
I forget this place lacks
map of my silhouette
built around horizons of feet.
Landing upon spring of cherries
I arrived drenched in watercolors
of guilt. A portrait drawn holding
smell of shores. Suddenly your arms
around mine. Our blue shadows
evincing meltdown of our wavy
collision. Us. I wonder again about
the about erupting poem on hold...

Purbasha Roy (She/her)
Purbasha Roy is a writer from Jharkhand, India. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Channel, SUSPECT, Bluestem, DASH, View Magazine, Bayou Review, Long Con Magazine, Hive Avenue, Hills Hoist, and elsewhere. Attained second position in the 8th Singapore Poetry Contest, 2022.

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