Name: Empty Room
Photographer: Virginia Ateh

The croaking of twigs
making their presence felt
is a restless night —

As the room takes nap
beside the bulb.

Only a matter of hours
and I will wake it up
and apologise —

It wasn’t right

My guilt will blow from
behind curtains
making it shatter.

I will try to console,
touching and kissing
the walls —

in pinned frames
of your memory.




Artwork: ‘The Silence Within’
Artist: Adrita Biswas

Holding the lip
and stretching it from him
to her lip,

She says,
‘I am lost in the lawn —
and I see a single rose’

The lips touch hers —
and she realises, she sees two.

She says,
‘Don’t baffle me with memories,
rather make me live them’

Memories trickle down her navel
making her realise —
the shrinkage.

She says,
‘If that’s your way to help,
then why not rain to erase!’

She closes the album —

watching pots of wet roses
decorating her balcony.

She says smiling,
‘Once they were all jealous
of mine’.