AMANITA SEN

AMANITA SEN

BACK TO POETRY

THUNDERSTRUCK

Oh words at last.

and I can see them coming.

Oceans of them, swell

to fall on the screen

and I feel dazed, blinded,

for I haven't seen them

so many, in a long time.

A whirlwind of words rise,

snaring and scowling

freshly free from the

sleepy cage of my mind.

Words lulled to sleep by

those calming strokes of life.

It took a clap of a thunder

to bring them to a wakefulness,

much-awaited and longed for.

The thunder has fire in it

and as I burn inside

the smoke of words

crowd and cloud my screen

evoking stinging tears

that smoke can bring.

I garland the onslaught

of words, a bride-in- waiting.

THE STORY OF A GLACIER

Icicles of some frozen memories

in the ocean of time,

turns to a glacier--

stately, sombre, mountain-like,

fathomlessly deep,

feeling the dark body of the ocean

with a helpless desperation

that only a glacier can feel.

It catches in the prism of its chest,

the frolic of the sunlight

and the smile of the moon.

it sings the song of silence,

and sheds its tears

in the breast of the sea.

Wakefully alert with

the memory of a wreck,

it prays for ships to steer past it

and not write again

the story of going asunder.

THE TRIUMPH OF BEAUTY

The waves break into the shore.

The frothy joys make their way

deep into the hearts of sands

keeping it wet forever.

Wet sands sculpt a loving face,

a beautiful home,

before being washed away

by the ageless sea.

For a brief while,

beauty wins the round

against the might of eternity.

AMANITA SEN