Tuesday, 3 May 2011

THE THIRST


Vertical crossed lines of
Forehead, the net of palm,
Pseudo character to allure the
Mass, sitting on the prayer,
Divine conversation, couldn’t
Help at last, the darkness has
Recorded all the nudity of life,
Appraisal of secreted deeds,
The suppressed flames of past,
Emerged in a volatile form,
The mirror stated the penalty,
Final calculation of life was very
Rough, the sanctified water
Declined to touch golden body,
Somebody gazed the sky with
Cipher eyes, the thunderous
Laughter rolled in all direction,
The whip of time lashed the
Bare chest, all familiar, strange
Faces stood surrounding to him,
They looked him vulnerable,
The revenge of time is cruel, no
Differentiates between the king
And beggar, the breathing
Suffocated, he shouted for mercy
Killing but sky denied, the
Destiny’s magic is unexplained,
The water was nearer to some
Steps, the thirst was miles long,
He tried to touch the source of flow,
Before reaching to waves life had
Left the accompany, stay behind
smoke and dust till the twilight,
- SHANTANU SANYAL