Sunday, September 1, 2019

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








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