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Debarati’s verse is about the changing contours of her city and an accompanying sadness – exclusively for Different Truths.
My city has metamorphosed over the years Turning into a post-modern hyperspace Bereft of antiquity and the feeling of affinity. The lanes which were filled with the fragrance of Childhood is no longer perceptible. The Sepia-hued memories have been lost amidst The crevices of an unfathomable silence. I yearn for my city like Joyce yearned for Dublin. My thoughts masquerade through the old alleys Greeting me from deserted corners That is lost in oblivion. The dilapidated green building at the crossroads Salvaged the strands of my defacing childhood memories. This meta-modern city is gradually Scavenging onto my joviality Gapping the fissures of a Sisyphean existence The dreamless ruins Sleep in barrenness The nomenclature of the city has changed And so has its verisimilitude. This city tires me now Leaves me gasping for quixotism in this forlorn place.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
