In the hushed silence of the
Seditious river
Along the overgrowth
The sail boat raises
An ominous finger
Pointing towards the
Darkening sky
And, sets upon
A journey to nowhere.
Memories weigh upon
Its underbelly
Fire in its loins
But, neither light, nor smoke
The seething fire of woods
Drenched in the evening showers.
I return to where I hole up
A weather torn cottage anon
Emaciated toilers in the fields of grains
Hungry bowls
Carried by the quadrupeds
Like the unmanned boat
Tethered to the silent river.
This is my abode
A quagmire of webs
Which finds its echoes
In other, inexorable webs .
Hunger has cast a web of
Strong, sinews of the
Slipping spider
Saliva and the silence .
And, the last magic of the
Azure sky
Peeping through the
Mouth of my cave .
I’m the same person
Whom you met in the summer
A bit flawed and curved
Like the paintings in the cave
But still, clasping my hands
At the sight of a single sparrow .
I know, it doesn’t make a summer
And now,
I’ve let my sail boat free
It used to groan like a tethered beast
When anchored and fed.
- Subroto Chatterjee
[ प्रतिभा एक डायरी स्वतंत्र ब्लॉग है. इसे नियमित पढ़ने के लिए सब्सक्राईब करें. प्रकाशित ब्लॉग पर आपकी प्रतिक्रिया अपेक्षित है. प्रतिभा एक डायरी से जुड़े अन्य अपडेट लगातार हासिल करने के लिए हमें फेसबुक और गूगल प्लस पर ज्वॉइन करें, ट्विटर हैण्डल पर फॉलो करे… एवं ‘मोबाईल एप ‘डाऊनलोड करें ]
