Tomorrow is the last day of the month
I have walked over the gravel stones and sand,
scripted my own fate with the setting of the sun,
while looking for the last piece of news
which might talk about a reincarnation.
It is inside every monologue
that a dialogue of existence is born.
I have seen the hours falling like soldiers in the battlefield
as if time is a distant memory,
oscillating from one hand to the other.
I have watched how a lost moment
finds meaning inside your hands
when you look for stars in my hair.
Tomorrow is the last day.
So I start from where you leave
all the yearnings of your days
to rise up like the seagulls and sink again
into the blue waters of your eyes.
And now it should rain at our places
because of all the distance that I covered
looking for you only,
for one drop of an ocean
that is you.
Oindri Sengupta is an Assistant Teacher of English at a Govt School in Kolkata, West Bengal, India.She had been published in national and international journals like The Lake (UK), Istanbul Literary Review, Chiron Review (USA), Outlook India, Plato's Caves Online, Muse India to name a few and upcoming in Poetica Review (UK). Her debut collection of poetry 'After the Fall of a Cloud', has been published by Hawakal Publishers, New Delhi (2022, February). Her poetry has also been adapted into a play named, "Another Rainbow', by Alternative Living Theatre (Kolkata).
