“Tungsten Bulbs” by Sayan Aich Bhowmik

I have always wondered

About the mood,

Inside houses that dress themselves

In yellow tungsten bulbs,

Once evening descends

Like children running down the stairs.

Flowers of Van Gogh yellow,

Hanging from electric sockets,

Like sunflowers cast out of their clan.

In some hidden corner,

You might find, old photographs,

Looking more aged and senile

Under the yellow light of regret

And under the light of yellowed years.

By the time, the family is at dinner

The lights start dozing.

Even though they are the cheap ones

They still need their sleep.

Sayan Aich Bhowmik is currently Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Shirakole Mahavidyalaya, Kolkata. When not under the burden of answer scripts, departmental work and meeting deadlines, he can be found nurturing his love for watching movies and writing poetry. A published poet, he is also the editor of the blog Plato’s Caves, a semi-academic space for discussion on life, culture and literature. 

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