I See You Again

About Kheya Baidya

Kheya Baidya has pursued Literature (MA; B. Ed; PhD; PGDT) as her subject academically; how and when it turned to become her life, she fails to decipher today. But definitely standing at this juncture of her life, when she has no more to prove herself with her academic scores, she promises never to leave her. Poetry is her life, her breath, her passion and love. From Chaucer, Donne, to Browning, Kipling, Kamala Das and Vikram Seth, she has fallen in love with each one of them. Charles Lamb and John Keats are the ones who still make her cry. She feels she is blessed to be burning in this pyre of love for poetry. She writes what she feels from the heart, and they just come to her like leafs do to a tree.

Kheya has served as a career counsellor at Loreto College, Darjeeling. She was associated with Government college Darjeeling, held talk shows at Akashvani, published poems and articles in Times of India and The Telegraph. Presently, she is working as senior English teacher at DPS, -Siluguri

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I see you again when with the fumes of tea

I wish to strain the beauty from the beast,

the coarse from the fine and good from mundane.

Its dark, the sun set, moon yet in her dressing

The stars have flocked, some in groups,

some single, some Orion, some Hercules…of distant lands…

some lost in themselves, some contending to outdo others

in stifling competitions and some just by themselves

without desires.

In this darkness, with twilight gone,

I play a tune on the flute,

The tune floats as the air flows from the lips through the lute

My fingers press and release the holes in artistry….

The music consumes my mind,

It seeps into my pores, my heart, my soul

and in such melancholy I wish to be by thee.

The breeze strokes the curtains and they fly

I enjoy the darkness and let the bulbs in dullness

turn restless to be lit

The air confirms a downpour nearby

There’s water in every whiff of the wind though invisible to the eyes.

I feel the air deep, let it touch and caress me

Fly my hair over my shoulders, my face, my ears

It tickles, I smile at myself bemused

I feel you are there…..

Its fancy, its ecstasy,

It has no promises, no dreams

Yet this evening is bliss.


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