Across Glass Windows

by Sutapa Chaudhuri (April 2016)

Darkness has settled in,

diseased with death;


yet still the gaze backwards

across glass windows—


a glance stolen across time,

and a dark silhouette etched


in memory. The glass clear,

the eyes penetrating, attuned


to the slightest gesture

of togetherness.


The gaze mutual, playing

in a perfect symphony—


yet distanced by the impenetrable

chill of gathering frost.




Sutapa Chaudhuri has two poetry collections — Broken Rhapsodies and Touching Nadir. My Lord, My Well-Beloved is a collection of her translations of Rabindranath Tagore’s songs.



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