Happiness slips through the grip,

like the thinnest sand,

on the beach of life,

leaving only barbed memories behind,

in a never-ending spiral.

Yet, we hang on,

like charged particles

in the air.

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About Chaitali Sengupta

Chaitali Sengupta is a writer and a poet by passion, a financial analyst and a language teacher by profession. She’s a translator and volunteer journalist, based in the Netherlands. “Cross Stitched words”, her debut collection of prose-poems, has been recently published by SETU publications, USA. Her two translated works (from Bengali to English) are “Quiet whispers of our heart” & “A thousand words of heart”. She has contributed largely to esteemed international anthologies and online/print literary journals, including Café dissensus, Different Truths, Borderless Journal, Muse India. Her translation of a human interest documentary for the Dutch TV channel was widely appreciated.

11 thoughts on “Breath

  1. amitapaul

    Short, vivid and effective. The abrupt end leaves the reader hanging like the charged particles hanging in the air that it refers to.


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