In the joy of dilated pupils I see
my loneliness’ reflection.
With old rotting memories
I tie fragmented smiles,
and build my tired raft.
And I float among oceans.
There are sometimes small islands. Shelters.
Perhaps they are flotsam too.
I burden them with my weariness,
dissolve my exhaustion in their sands,
and I float among oceans again.
Suddenly, I find myself
accosted by another shore
just like the last one, but not.
The breeze blows just as sweet
through a different coconut grove.
I see the footprints of some ancient sailor
stark in their permanence beyond the tides.
My imagination bestows on him
the glory of Sindbad.
I fill his faint casket
with unknown tales of heroism.
My tangled hair casts its shadow
on my dry reflection on waves.
I walk back,
and I float among the oceans again.
Another futile hope of charity.
In the waves breaking on the shallow sea
I hear the echoes of my void.
The wind smells of bitter tears.
Silent disapprovals of unknown sighs.
In the joy of ringing laughters
I listen to my helpless cries.
© 2007 Ritwik Banerjee
Flotsam or Sailor by
Ritwik Banerjee is licensed under a
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