They Came | Smeetha Bhoumik

They Came

They came, singing in the rain
The larks,
 their snow-tipped  icy shells
About to shatter into smithereens
In force ten winds
Blowing north to north-west,
Meeting me at the junction;

I stood,
a shadow against the gale,
Prepared to play host –
How strange that love & hate
Intersect at these junctions.
Masks down, baring all
For eternity to see;

The boiling rage of hate
The freezing point of love
Knotted here in degrees of restricted freedom
Unable to coalesce
Unable to cease.
The winds are strong, biting, frosty,
I stand huddled up,
As the larks circle up there
Their shells falling like meteors all around…
The sound of singing in my ears;

Far away, a pink pierces & streaks across the blackness
Just a little more…

They came singing in the rain,
The larks.

Author : Smeetha Bhoumik 

Smeetha Bhoumik, an artist, has exhibited in eight solo exhibitions along with twenty group shows in Mumbai, Kolkata, Jakarta galleries and International Juried Exhibitions on-line. She is a Member, International Society of Artists & Designers, ArtRom Gallery Guild, Rome, Italy. In 2010, her work showed at the Jehangir Art Gallery, Mumbai and the Academy of Fine Art, Kolkata. She has received two Special Recognition Awards from Period Gallery, USA.Two Special Recognition Awards from Period Gallery, USA.

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