Atul Chandra Sarkar

Someone, somewhere, in some
Half-lit corridor of the mind,
Someone near,
Someone dear,
Gently stirs my halycon world;
I shut my ears with conch shells,
Alive comes the echoing warbles
Of unseen, distant seas;
The in rolling waves of emotion,
Wash my shores and retreat,
Defining arrival and departure;
I am not the sea,
I am not a shore, may be I am
The island of Robinson Crusoe,
Nay, of Gulliver or perhaps, someone,
Who failed to ingress
The doors of a novel;
I can see the tide rising
Higher than my island,
Obliteration threatens me,
But assures a watery grave
In the tumultuous marine world,
Where beloveds like mermaids wait
To receive and entwine
In eternal peace!
I cast aside the conch shells,
There’s an aspish hiss,
A serpentine smoke glides
Into the air as the ears
Are deafened by the scream
And roar of a rattling train,
Piercing the sable night;
Everything quivers: floor,
Bed, table and vase
Which shakes off the once
Burnished petals;
I grope for the torch
To see the wall clock,
Asking myself:
Was this the last train,
Have I lost three-fourth
Of the night awake?

Atul Chandra Sarkar

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Double Post Graduate in Philosophy and Sociology and LLB degree-holder, a Gold Medalist from Canning College, University of Lucknow, U.P. India. Presently engaged as Advisor (Industrial Relations) and Public Information Officer (Corporate) at Uttar Pradesh Rajya Vidyut Utpadan Nigam Ltd., Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India and is a Guest Faculty at Electricity Training Institute, Sarojini Nagar, Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh on the Right to Information Act, 2005. An Advocate registered with the Bar Council. Articles, poems and short stories have been published in popular National dailies like Pioneer, Northern India Patrika, Times of India, Campus Verse, Shaktivani, etc. A Blogger at Times of India's speakingtree and having a flair for oil painting. A democratic, liberal and humanist to the core.

Last updated October 15, 2015