Lighthouse, mass suicide of termites!
In the tip of cape, mariners anchored
The yacht, as in the eastern sky, density
Of clouds inciting rain to down pour,
Trembling window panes, seductive wet
Winds, fanatical candle flames, some
Bunch of red roses, in the finger tips mark
Of piercing thorn, covered pain by your
Colored lips, final touch to floral bed sheet!
Wiping the mirror, touching bulges of self
Muscles, atypical perception waiting
For you, unlocked doors, squirmy eyes!
At the door, footstep breaks obsession
Removing the raincoat, kissing lips had
No chance to say, the saga of heart,
Across the window glass, it was raining
Moisturized darkness, mysterious
Affectionate moment, termites get the
Delicate, glassy wings for one night
Empty vodka glasses, half burn cigarettes
Smokes went up, disappeared, the
Shower proof coat dried, beneath it
Remained wet floor, humid body did not
Attached for prolong, anchored loosed
Cyclonic waves liberated yacht, sailor
Drunk slept, rain had no relax, whole the
Night termites played suicidal excitement!
The first ray of sun delayed the voyage
As mariner missed the yacht, he ran
Shouted, cried, and did not trace the yacht!
Torrential rainy night, submerged beach,
Vanished light house, semi nude mariner
Searched the familiar raincoat, to cover his
Body, dreams were floating on the foams,
Slowly he touched wounded limbs, nail
Bite cuts; lifted the saline water of sea
Splashed on the chest, refreshed the life
Turmoil waves receding gradually
Still broken wings are visible down the
Waist, he smiles, wipes by injured fingers!
--- SHANTANU SANYAL