To Acceptance

A poem born out of sheer inspiration amidst challenging times of rejection and apathy. A toast raised to the unexpected acceptances, an assurance that a silver lining of hope is waiting at the end of the road.

To Acceptance

Acceptance, a silver lining of hope
Shines on the overcast sky of anonymity.
Acceptance tumbles up like bubbles,
Floating on the thick broth of negation.

Hope is the new dream of salvation
We hug tight, like golden leaves
Falling before the snow.

We are all worn off branches,
Old skeletons hanging in cold streets.

So long, death!
Do leave us, clinging to a new life,
Do let the light of dawn,
Enter our rooms as kindly visitors.

Acceptance is the Fairy Godmother waving her magic wand,
We follow her, with tailor-made clothes, smiles and steps
With custom-made music and melodies
To the wishes of warmer times.

I drift away from this room, Away from the last corpse of rejected mess,
I drift away, acceptance is my winged chariot,
I hop and skip my failed, belittled days,
I soar, I sparkle, I am one
With the lilac and honeysuckle of Hope.

‘Here and There: The Diaspora Universe’

On July 1, I have been a small part of the specially themed issue of Cafe Dissensus, ‘Here and There: The Diaspora Universe’. My short personal essay ‘Scattered: Walking: The Point of No Return’ is featured here alongside the powerful, inspiring fiction and nonfiction pieces by some excellent writer friends of mine. It is an honor to me, and I would like to thank my friend, fellow writer and translator Bhaswati Ghosh for editing this wonderful anthology dedicated to the physical, psychological and spiritual aspects of diaspora living. Also, my thanks to Mosarrap Hossain Khan for coming up with this wonderful online journal. Do read it!