The Thoughts Of A Sailor Poem by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR

Of decayed flesh and bones, the bundles of complexities and joy
as the clock struck twelve, the enchanted air of the sea tormented gong
the ride on Santa-Maria, the fire which blazed
the possibilities of reflection, the idea of realization
Higgin-Bothams'; the winding path of the snake charmers
the mouth of the sun and the holes of human power
the captain lay dead, train; train; train
beneath the sea, a littlerock off the cleft
a complete making, the cloud of darkness rises
the shooting star which has fallen, and the lilacs bloomed

the movement of the coffin from shore to shore
the catamarans lay divided, the cry of arguments
the reversal of such circumstances, 'farewell; celebrate
the shadowy waters touch of the past, a nature
the example of an image, the dolphin to admire, the shades of purification

on the moonlit night the shores lay still that of which may summon life.
the transcedence of the Golden dawn from justice
the akasa which protects disdain from action of human wants
an echo which brings back to life the profound thought
the captain lay still one arm under
stains the white moon and the merchant of performance
an alchemy divine in expression of love

the voilence of the shore, the rocks and the waters of eternity
the fury of splashes, the sun blazed to die again
the droplets of water which enter, the rugged binds of the ship
the wicked gleam and bony albatross on the cockpit
tear, repair and wretched sea'a life to the fathomless universe


a bow to the wheel spindle, as the ship summons
the silent steps on the shores, recalls a mouth that cannot summon.
the fifth element in mind and body of man.
the captain lay still and lips blown
the dockyard borne to the edisis of march.