Aster Lit: Wanderlust
Issue 6—Summer 2022
Doorways
Tania Banerjee, India
Each time a heartbreak hits you,
it is not always cloud bursts and downpour
over the summit of a mountain row,
landslides racing down
to collide with your skull
and break your bones at one go,
or the sudden volcanic lava syrup
on boiling mountains of wrath
erupting to burn your skin
and engulf everything on its path.
Sometimes, it is as subtle and eerie
as the incessant noise of tiny fireflies
in the nooks and crannies of the mountains
while the gentle night slowly dies,
and often, it is the mountain range itself
with its golden silence and haunting stillness,
yet so humongous and so very existent.
But for every heartbreak that you meet,
there is a child watching lilacs bloom
and the cluster of lights
which on the distant hills glow,
a child hugging his kindergarten love
behind a rhododendron tree,
a child soaking in lukewarm water
with twinkling eyes full of glee.
Each time a heartbreak hits you,
it does not always break you bit by bit.
Sometimes, it seeps into your body
and turns into a giant shark,
taking sudden deeper dives
for the gust of grief to arise and lurk,
or merely floating around
like a lump in your gut, chest and throat
and finally swallows you whole
after biting, shaking, ripping you apart.
But for every heartbreak that you meet,
there is petrichor lingering
in the wet earth beneath your bare feet,
the gentle nocturnal breeze
brushing against your marshmallow skin,
there are misty dawns, cold rainy nights,
love letters sent to wrong addresses,
lazy afternoon naps, purple thunder lights,
there is the smell of old books
with a yellow tint in their pages,
white warm mattresses
after sore and weary days,
there are longer showers, sunset by brooks,
and blue birds flying out of their cages.
And, there is love, so much love,
known and unknown, old and new,
overflowing, ethereal, tranquil and soft,
still left for you, and only for you.
Tania is an undergraduate student of English Literature from Kolkata, India. She is greatly drawn towards feminist and confessional poetry. She believes that art has the potential to change the world and she's on her mission, one day at a time, one poem at a time. She loves big books and all dogs in the world.