The Two Roads by Oindri Sengupta

The roads are two.

One that leads you to the alleyways of dreams,

And other to the land of distant memories.

They are inseparable like the two wings of a dove

Flying to and fro in and out of our sleep.

The roads are two.

To a man who harvests under the full moon,

The roads bring two silver coins to measure his toil,

To show him life in half-lived lives of the trees.

Their ends are many--

Like the hundred winds on the corn fields

Blowing into the disheveled feet of the farmer.

I stand on the brink of time where my fingers

Try to hold all the inessential infinities

As a mad man tries to touch the stars 

Over his sun burned head.

Their ends have brought me here,

To the last leaf of the sea

Where dreams and memories would cross.

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Oindri Sengupta (34 years), is a poet based out of Kolkata, India. Her works have appeared in a few online and print journals like Muse India, Kritya, Ethos Literary Journal, Istanbul Literary Review, Chiron Review, Hudson View, Poetry Quarterly, USA, Contemporary Literary Review, India, Decanto, Penwood Review, USA and also in a couple of poetry anthologies. Apart from writing poetry, she also teaches English in a Govt. school in Kolkata.