Afloat

By Jayanta Biswas

It is a few times now

we have mated again

assisted by no passion divine

but something of earthly nature.

Heavenly bliss!

No it is not.

It is a poised balance

between life and death

a flicker of hope long subjugated.

The trauma of reality

disfavourably perceived

not independent of the observer

makes it complicated

the reality that is

somehow it pushes away the possibility

of making a solo journey.

Now then the time runs smooth

can it mend the scars

the scary perceptions

staying deep in the hollow

of the obscure oblivion

though in its own habit of memory churning

it squeezes the heart from time to time.

The beaming smile of the heredity

the cherubish one

the only roots and branches

the only pure thing

though not poorly but inadequately shaping

makes it ticking into the unknown future.

By Jayanta Biswas