Rain turns us into colourful molluscs-

slow and absorbed,

as if, life is a home at last

Water seeps inside

like a shoal of  fish .We lie half submerged

like an origin

in a pond

of first memories with hyacinths,

the flowers of the fish

Down our spines – water snakes,

pebbles, weeds,

dark green water marks

of rain

Water lilies rest

on shadows of more hyacinths

The air smells of cucumber leaves

when a growing pain in heart

is thick;

we move sluggishly to an end

from a long distance

like a yesterday finally closing

…

Sekhar Banerjee is an author. He has four poetry collections and a monograph on an Indo-Nepal border tribe to his credit. Sekhar’s works have been published in The Bitter Oleander, Indian Literature, Kitaab, Muse India, Ink Sweat and Tears, Setu, Bengaluru Review, Mad Swirl, Cafe Dissensus, Borderless Journal, Spillwords, Mad in Asia Pacific, Dissident Voice and elsewhere. He is a former Secretary of Paschimbanga Bangla Akademi and Member- Secretary of Paschimbanga Kabita Akademi under Government of West Bengal.  He lives in Kolkata, India.