The yachtsman seems a
shadow
Unseen rhythm flows
Its looks as a dark dot floating
on
The surface of emotion
The river goes toward the delta
Slowly leaving back
sediments
On the bank, at the mature
Night, the left
over
Memories breathe cold feelings
Someone throws the
pebble
The whirling flow
makes
Circles of dream as an aquatic web
The broken wave’s
sensation
Touch to heart, as leaning
Branches of a white thriving tree
Kisses the portion of
water
Fallen pale flower s fate
Nobody knows, it moves on the
Way to sailing boat
The full moon peers from
the
Dominance of dark
clouds,
Nocturnal hush, mysterious
insect
Calls from the weak
twigs
My reflection into the
water
Slowly becomes
fade
An alien persona emerges
I try to touch in surprise, with
Snooping way, where I lost
Recognition, I loved to everybody
Never distinguished, not at all hated
Anyone, whose curse chasing
me
The image laughs beyond the
limit
-- SHANTANU SANYAL
