FLIGHT

Swans fly in and out of a clear sky

In mind’s afternoon eye

As in chase of some lofty dream they fly

To the edge of some distant horizon

Where tresses of Ocean glint in darkish crimson

In wait for the lover Sun to come and hide,

Before heaving out of a dark nest like a bird

After an act of coition, to fill the lungs

So as to croon inside the caves, of a new liberation .

Tremors from an unknown centre are silenced

Into the compromising waves

That surge to catch up with their flights, but sink deeper

In realization of their limits

To sad whimpers, after wild raves;

Tossing between the two, I jump, hop and jabber

Away into an eerie silence

In the shores of my seething blood,

In infinite wait for an unknown tide

To wash me away in its teeming flood .

@SAROJ K. PADHI 30/05/15