Shamik Bose - # The Boatman

He often comes in my dream
In darkling silence
When a star comes down
And winks in prankish desire
Then my world smitten with a Disney of stars
Hears a laughter of a flowing river
It beckons!
Intense desire for a love
To huddle and cuddle
To kiss all the watery lips
Foamy in silken whites
A passion unbound
Restless,
Fathomless.


In a silenced rhythm he boats on water
A floating smile
Like a soft moon beam condensed in a pearl
He takes my hands in his hands
A soft touch so enamoring
So pleasant
My heart starts to play with the water
My heart melts into a water
The cold flowing wave
Wavy nerve
A rhythm in silence
In a perfect balance.

He often comes in my dream.

Shamik Bose 11.12.2009 Calcutta

Shamik Bose

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