Broken pieces of wings

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