The sun-kissed heaven looks sandy
As it passed through the sun from the other shore.
Meanwhile, as we bathe on the sizzling beach,
The extempore stanzas transform into silvery grain
Desperate to scatter the canvas with sky-dabbed signs.
When the tunes of the red-blooded monsoon
Fall upon the bluish rays,
They evolve into beautiful moments,
As the sun rocks to the tune of monsoon lullabies,
From the other shore.
On this side, the coming moments linger
Calmly for years and beyond.
Long-sighted only see soft coloured blurred faces
The inmates of heaven itself
Who would hurl from asunder for a limited time
Towards the poignant stanzas.
Those stanzas,
Still lying naked and burnt on the sizzling sand
Reunited with their senses
Basking on the lovelorn glances from those eyes.
By Arnab Jan Deka
This poem was first published in Eclectic (June 2010) issue
