Sonnet Mondal
from Tushar’s Apartment
A stable flute pushes me
and a drunken gale retaliates.
My life drifts like a stranded kite
between the melodious and the mysterious.
Nature gazes like a winsome stranger
strolling dancing jumping
like the Bauls of Bengal.
Chirrups of mystic birds
ride on the chariot of the sea
pulled to the shore by its horses.
Thoughts in an intercourse
with naked waves
scream of a world lost in lust.
Hypnotism of the inconclusive
charms me into the grey
of pregnant clouds and pensive waves.
In front of paradoxical nature-sounds
I realize
My mind is heavier than my soul.
What seemed impossible
was always possible.
Dear Nature — I am thinking
if to marry you
or, keep you as an escort!