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Attic
By Amita Ray

A hallowed space
defying cascading scars of time
petering to twilight’s phantom path
holds me in place.

Here I inhale sacred dust of deep truth, my eyes
rinsed with the artless glory of dawn
a shield to trespassing encounters
which like oblique unforeseen shadows
peep through window, challenge compromise
make mockeries of depths I seek.

Here a voice seraphic serenades
in honeyed cove of perpetual rapture
i take refuge in its unspoilt cadence
distance myself from waves lashing
trodden footprints, to a shelter
rooted in apex of existential core.

Image by Amelia Bartlett

Amita Ray a former associate professor in English and Vice- Principal of a college is based in Kolkata. She is a translator, short story writer, reviewer and poet. She has five volumes of translations and a collection of short stories to her credit. She has authored a collection of poems UNTIL BIRDS SING and her poems are extensively anthologized. Presently she is an Executive Council member of the Intercultural Poetry and Performance Library, Kolkata. Her translation of Abanindranath Tagore’s KHIRER PUTUL has been inducted in the post-graduate English curriculum of Burdwan University.

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