poetry by Purbasha Roy

This thinking stays inside a prayer where the mountains cobbled your absence into a flux. Reaching out to shape of something missing. My body postures against the railing in remembrance of your arms, leaks fields we sat late till stars yearned for definitions beyond night. The path we took for return stared at the skies. The way I look at your fleshless sorrows. Each moment a tug-of-war against
grief. As if who am I in roamings around world of the word belonging. That day, I doodled autumn leaves in plurals. Without ambitions. I've never stitched lonesomeness in any
other moment of this life, as that. How the bare tree didn't find space on the single page. I carried this thought in my walk through a drizzle leading to the attached moor crunching
skies pride. For to grind the weather of the tree. That tree still stands on a desertshore scape and it is who but I… 
going inside ______________ boldness of shadows

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Purbasha Roy is a writer from Jharkhand, India. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Iron Horse Literary Review, The Margins, Reckoning Magazine, and Notch Review. She attained 2nd Position in the 8th Singapore Poetry Contest. She also was a Best of the Net Nominee.