Time Horse Poem by Indranil Sengupta

I ride on a time machine that takes me back,
I roam around in the forest,
Where the night descends slowly,
The half lit tribal huts and the yellow moon,
Make the night flowers blossom soon,
And there she goes-
The river
Parts ways in two directions.
Long years, prolonged tears
The river takes along, rolls into small pebbles
Makes a music divine,
Woody plants whisper gently,
Lending the vocal support.
The sudden shriek awakens the beasts,
Someone dies somewhere in sleep,
The baby cries,
The lady sobs,
Time never stops on this plateau of darkened green.


(Calcutta/15 July 2011)