Prose & Poetry

welcome home, starling

you are safe now

New Years Eve at a Hospital

New Years Eve at a Hospital

The Hospital wards feel
a lot like a school
where you are allowed to sleep
all the time except when
they need to cut you open.
 
Anaesthesic sensory experience
doesn't exist in memory
except when returning, akin
to drowning in water.
 
On the New Year holiday
the doctor arrives on time
to perform a surgery
relinquishing holidays.
 
The speed slows in the hospital
wards contemplating mortality
and disability, except for the young
trainee nurses who hurt the
patients just a little, with their
amateur needle techniques
and who party on the terrace of the
hospital on new year's eve.

 

Debarun Sarkar currently lives in Calcutta and spends most of his time juggling between freelancing and writing. Recent works have appeared in or are forthcoming in 1:1000Visual VerseFormer PeopleBurningwordThe Los Angeles Review of Los AngelesYour One Phone CallIn Between Hangovers, among others. You can find him on his wordpress or twitter.
Not Forgotten

Not Forgotten

A Lesson in Forgiveness

A Lesson in Forgiveness