If —

If sunflowers shone in the sky

and clouds floated in lakes,

how would it be?

Would there still be wars,

corpses weeping blood,

bombs annihilating?

If fishes had iridescent wings

that glimmered as they flew

to the sun,

and birds had fins to delve

deep into luminous seas,

how would it be?

If histories were rewritten with

mogra and rose ink, and

love reigned supreme,

how would it be?

Evanescent Rain  

Peace falls like rain.

The birds call in the downpour --

a koel, the raucous cry of

a large-winged bird, like the

hornbill, calling out to its mate.

The traffic sounds drown the

patter of rain. The thunder, the

cawing of crows, an occasional

chatter of parakeets, a distant

whistle, all reiterate the same.

Peace falls like rain.

When the rain stops, will peace cease?

Mitali Chakravarty founded the Borderless Journal with the hope of peace under an unbordered blue sky.