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About Rumachak

Ruma Chakravarti is a Mathematics teacher and literary blogger. She lives in Adelaide with three children, a dog, a rabbit, a bird and an assortment of fish. She translates poetry by poets in her native Bengali, including Tagore into English. She is currently writing her first novel and is an avid people watcher.

Smoke In The Trees: Part II


Just once

Just once,
Come to me
As you are without
The things others expect
The clever words, the lined eyes
The perfumed breasts, the coloured lips.
And let me simply hold you
Simply to adore you, inch by beautiful inch.
Here a cut, long forgotten: does it still hurt?
Here a bead of sweat: are you warm already?
Here a gentle rise leading to a valley: do I explore that so soon?
Here is skin as it should be seen
Warm, sheened olive, alive
Under my trailing hands.
But all I want to do I find,
Is to hear you say: you are mine, you, are mine.




Clouds over the sea,
like grey breast of pelican
settling over a vast nest.



Brush stroke

To be a brush stroke
on a painting of a bride,
would I choose to be
a splash of red cinnabar
or pale ochre?
Covering her up, hiding all anxious thought?
Or be the pale untouched skin on her arms, back and breasts?
I would want to be all of those,
sooth her mind
telling her to be unafraid,
telling her about the caged bird that flew.
It can happen, you see;
I have done it myself.
Be a brush that is loaded with colour, happiness or pain
but be yourself. Hold the brush in your hand,
then little by little
you will see light touching the dark
little by little
you find people looking to you
asking for your strokes to be added
to the canvas that is them.

Smoke in the Trees

Cold flowers push at the window
Tendrils of fragrance
Like smoke from last summer’s fires
Clutch at my mind.



Each day takes her
Away from spring
And into summer heat.





Rain against my window
Like rivers of mercury
measure the cold.




Night falls when
Shadows leave the ground
And fly back to the sun.



She lay freshly made,
All awash with pain.
And her eyes stabbed the sky,
Till a million holes appeared in the blue.
And thus it was that the Earth made light
Shine where it had been forever dark.