Looking at Hill Cart Road from Google Earth
This is the truth we avoid until our death –
that love causes anxiety, sunburns and squints,
even as we feel rustled by its antique energy.
I do not know why I want to see Hill Cart Road
from the sky – as if air gives things more grace!
As if only lightness was art, a loss of legs –
the reason why statues can’t walk or dance (or squat).
Hill Cart Road, Jorebungalow, Sukiapokhri, Darjeeling –
the names drag, like limbs of a clock on crutches.
On my laptop screen is a forest – green pimples,
trees standing, as if in a choir;
silent, like snow eating soil.
Not a single man, no haughtiness of looking.
I wonder what it is that I miss –
the tenderness of dimension;
background sound, biting consciousness;
the jealousy of light, its desire to conquer?
There’s too much knowledge here,
as there is in photographs –
everything’s too awake,
like time, always sleepless.
I’m scared that I’ll never get lost here.
I miss the unknowable,
its scruffiness that keeps life’s shyness alive.
The arrogance of information,
the deafness of addresses,
the pomposity of the aerial image …
I run, out of breath, without stanzas,
just relieved, to return to doubt.
Sumana Roy is the author of How I became a Tree, a work of nonfiction, Missing: A Novel, Out of Syllabus: Poems and My Mother’s Lover and Other Stories, a collection of short stories.
Subarnarekha Pal is an independent thinker and enthusiast and jams poetry with her friend. Amidst everything, she struggles to be an artist.
3 thoughts on “A Poem by Sumana Roy with illustration from Subarnarekha Pal”
Beautiful poem and Illustration ….
Eager to see more of your works…
my most significant teen years were spent in dowhill school and i just want to thank you for this gorgeous little piece… it’s both luminous and has that kind of melancholy i felt once i revisited kurseong after years and years. thank you for this beautiful, little piece of nostalgia ❤