A bold prose-poem of Deeya, in Different Truths, set in the urban settings and sensibilities of the 21^st century.

Weekends are subterfuges in love, desire, pain. They are the extra toppings on the platter of life. Primroses bloom on Saturday evenings. Cigarette stubs flood Saturday evenings. They lie on ash-trays and etherise them. Mouth-watering delicacies arrive in baking and serving trays. A well-trimmed beard or a perfect bun witness frivolousness and gaiety. A Jay whistles nearby. Its mating call suits the ambiance. The chopped air calls for the celebration, the French-fried noon – can you celebrate denial. Can you play hopscotch with million stars on a perfect night sky? They stoop and rise to the rhythm of life.

Sundays are meant for figs and olives in oil. Wearing a tan is a jewel. Cooking stories of tulips, lettuce spinach blooms on a half-baked noon is sumptuous. Flurries and pastries join the row. Surrogate dreams come in sugar-brown candies that melt in the mouth. Dreams hibernate – I made you up in my mind – the world drops dead, stony eyes remain. I confide in them. Those stubborn dreams capsize…my adulterous heart handles felony with care.

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Deeya Bhattacharya

Born in Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya has a PG in English Literature and a Graduate in Education from the University of Burdwan. Her poems and articles have appeared in several national and international journals, websites, and e-zines, besides several anthologies. Member of Poets International, she has read her poetry at quite a few fests. She teaches English and Poetry at a State Government High School.

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