i will roam through purple courtyards made drowsy by mohua-flower incense past the face silhouetted on a lighted window i will walk to the wine-drunk sea past the lane with a naked-bulb lamp - stark, like dreams ending amid the screech of distant brakes i will walk to the darkening sea behind a beige door, they talk of love "who's there?" they ask, a tremor in their voice. i will not answer. let the stars brew darkness intoxication like foam on the waves i will walk to the wine-drunk sea overhearing snatches of tv news - yet another criminal set free i flicker in and out of window-grills on my way to the whispering sea tough, i crumble mountains to dust soft, i undulate like a melody on a flute billowing out like hair in the wind squeezing through crooked channels twisting, bending, i will run to the restless sea far far away the stars have been lit the night light is playing a waltz and the waves are calling me to a crystal shore in the moonlight i will walk to the wine-drunk sea.
amit mukerjee
june 22, 2006
kanpur