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
