poetry by rayan chakrabarti

the fall

since no rain will reach the petals
i will feed them the moisture from my skin,
and sometimes those of others
if through touch we beget the dream,
a courier sent through the wind, lashed
by the trees, so hasty in love, falling
you say
perhaps in another time,
we would have lived
with the earth inside us.

Debt

I cried to a song, maa
it reminded me of my debt
to rivers, carrying the ashes
and from them,
blooming new land,
where people sit and share your smile
while planting new crop
into the good earth

you know on
some days the world fits
into the palm of my hand,
and I can trace the route of each
and every birth.

Rayan Chakrabarti is a poet hailing from Kolkata, India. He is currently pursuing an undergraduate degree in English from St Stephen’s College, Delhi. He takes avid interest in writing about the idiosyncrasies of daily existence and playing the piano. His work has been published in the anthology, Calcuttaodes, as well as in IndianRuminations, and the Monograph Magazine. You can find his poems at @cyanide_in_my_tooth.