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Mandakini Bhattacherya

Mandakini Bhattacherya, from Kolkata, lives there with her family. She is a product of Bhavnagar University, Gujarat and Punjabi University and is currently an Assistant Professor of English at Fakir Chand College, affiliated with the University of Calcutta. She has been published by Better Than Starbucks, The Dotism Journal, The HyperTexts and Poetry Nation.



MISSING PERSON

Ushered into the world with glory,
My imagined fairy story;
I vanish through the womb’s crevasse,
I am the girl that never was.
No cradle with lullaby sounds,
A pariah on playing grounds,
No report-card cheered with hurrahs,
I am the girl that never was.
No feast awaits my hunger’s throes,
A rag doll dressed in cast-off clothes,
No match for a lad is a lass;
I am the girl that never was.
My rainbows often turn blurry,
I’m forced to bloom in a hurry;
Pitchforked from parents to in-laws,
I am the girl that never was.

Copyright (c) Mandakini Bhattacherya



BECKONINGS

Peace was when
The notes of flute wafted
Over the Kadamba flowers.
Peace was when
Shimmering minarets
Arose to worship
With hennaed bowers.
Peace was when
Caravans of faith travelled
Over deserts with frankincense.
Now peace is strung like a bird
Over barbed-wire borders;
Or hangs like a tattered
Banner over turrets
Of tanks and lethal mortars.
Peace awaits
The child who wanders
With bloodied footsteps
Into the honeysuckle wilderness
Of unlearned lessons of kindness.

Copyright (c) Mandakini Bhattacherya



What, then, is Life?
As shadows lengthen
over the pastures,
And the horizon
brightens each morn,
It is
the eternal battle
Between Essence and Existence,
Moi et toi.

Copyright (c) Mandakini Bhattacherya



The struggle to overcome Nihilism,
The moral and metaphysical ennui
That seduces you to slip quietly away
Without redundancy —
That is Life.

Copyright (c) Mandakini Bhattacherya



IF I…

If I
Were to set sail like a cloud
Trailing rainbows behind me
Over hilltops raining glories …
If I
Were to float like a wisp
Of meandering smoke
Through soot-stained lanes
Of sinking towns …
Would you follow
Like a beggar’s child?
Or fall back hesitatingly?
If I
Were to say Goodbye
Kissing the venom of your tongue
Even as I curled my fingers
Around the tendrils
Of your hair …
Would you twist your fist
Around my heart?
Or watch askance
As I tiptoed …
Bleeding …
Over the shards of Life?

Copyright (c) Mandakini Bhattacherya



A MIRACLE A DAY…

A Miracle pays me a visit
Each day;
Sits at the doorstep
With the milk pouch;
Greets me as I visit classes.
Falls into my lap
And nestles, as a friend calls.
Drops a-tiptoe with rain
From the branches,
As Love makes a shy entry.
Holds hands and dances,
Fingers my bracelet,
As men and women
Alike call me Winsome.
A Miracle whispers
Laughter into my ear,
And Smiles, and Speaks,
And keeps me alive.

Copyright (c) Mandakini Bhattacherya

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