An evocative poem by Atrayee for Different Truths.

Smell of my lost tears
Hangs there,
With the elan of a warrior
At the door ajar.

Eyeing the sky deep blue
Scribbling my pangs on its hue
Do they try to quench my pain?
At an abode that far.

My tears would travel perhaps,
Through the woods of my ruin
And the springs of my gain
Leaving their smell amidst all that went vain.

Smell of my lost tears
Lingers everywhere.
From the barren ampules of my desires
Don’t know how it reaps the hope to repair

Caressing the fallen eyelashes
I do ponder on my tears
Under the smog of my woes
How can they smell like a triumph?

It always sews a mystic mettle
To get up and strive again
To clutch back the sinking faith
And walk again, on the path destiny had laid.

Smell of my lost tears
Prevails there
Like the conviction of a mother,
That happiness exists and is yet to gather.

©Atrayee Bhattacharya

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Atrayee Bhattacharya

Atrayee Bhattacharya is an educator and works for an MNC’s CSR wing. In the bustle under the sun, she is a devoted educator, a loving wife, a caring daughter and a passionate homemaker. In solitude, she writes. In the pursuit of love and joy, penning down the miasma of human emotions is her favourite pastime. Her fictions always have a slice of reality, either owned or loaned.