Ipshita Chakraborty is from West Bengal, India. She loves writing poems and fiction. She is also fond of reading. Read two of her poems below.
Reaching out to infinity
You are that infinity
I reach out to.
I lay my gazes on you
like a chukar at the moon.
I am wingless, how sad!
You’re moon,
I can’t even touch a star.
A New Sun
Innocence bows its head
and sighs,
as she is forced by fate
to walk through the
rustling ruts of rejection.
she never knew
a wolf, turned her pet
who stripped from guts,
the leftovers of her bliss,
as it might hunt the dead.
she wears your face,
O rural race!
and ain’t she now
a schlockmeister,
who sells ill omens?
ain’t she a man-eater
or a witch, now?
No.
she is not.
just
as she wears your face?
like pearls bloom
by open mouth,
she will as well.
hounds of rejections,
imbibed in her soul,
she’d bloated,
didn’t flinch,
she accepted.
Now for once,
when she stands up
for herself,
what fate? What bowed head?
she’d rise a new sun
from deep down
those ruts of
Rejections,
rejecting all of ’em.