You are a sailor
Drift way from the harbor
Pull up the anchor
That binds you down
Set sail towards the horizon
Take off the blindfold
And hoist the sail
Let the wind be your guide
Sun and the Moon your compass
Steering through uncharted waters
Sometimes calm weather
Or, inclement weather, rocking your ship
Tackling the deep waters with alacrity
Unfathomable depths, yet the ship sails
Cutting through the waters
The saline water, which is a part of you
Seagulls guide you towards the shore
Anchoring at the preferred destination
Every grain of sand cushions your feet
Welcoming you to the island of bliss
Cut off from the mainland
Yet, helping you connect with yourself
Now it’s time to unwind
And join the party after a successful voyage
Ready to set sail for another expedition
As a sailor, cruise till the end






© Amitav (Radiance)

Tie me down,
Like an anchor at the bottom of the sea.
Heavy and rusty,
Yearning for love as far as the eye can see.
You try to support yourself,
As an anchor does to a boat.
Deep inside your tough as steel,
But on the outside you can no longer feel.
My words our bound,
With a tight knotted rope that conceals.
Drowned by water,
Shades of shimmering blues.
Cast it down,
All the way to the bottom,
Sink my love like you always do.

Burial of fury in a tomb of apathy,
mood moderated and aligned with conformity.

Speech pleasant in tone and comfortable in delivery.
Approaches with cautious optimism his tasks daily.

Though the ship of consciousness has raised its anchor,
he returns to questioning the whereabouts of his anger.  

Yet time and chemistry have dispensed of the mystery.
Restoring balance and forging will to function socially.

it is a post-human resistance to still-born meat,
the floccinaucinihilipilification of the catholic retreat;
another God disguised to look like me.

How I long to be
The sweater gripping your skin
A complimentary ocean blue
Harmonizing your swimming eyes

Hugging tightly to
Your sleepy bones
Sinking you when you leave shore

How I long to be your jeans
Clinging softly to you
Melding to your wet skin

A blue cotton night sky
Enveloping you
In the heat
Of my embrace

Are you my anchor,

To hold me in the wake of the most terrible storm,

Or are you my anchor,

To bring me

                     Down


                              With





                  ­                          You?

She calmly unlocks the front door
as the wind flings the screen
through wild tantrums. She droops down
into her dusted rocker, pushing
with her lavender heels to start the sway.

Her sole taps softly,
as the chair creaks onto fallen lacquer
and the porch plays in discord
through dancing lace.

Interwoven hands lie atop her lap
in a sea of navy with floral ships
at its surface. Silver strands
fall from her clouded bun
and a few locks float past her sunken shoulders.

With jaded eyes she looks at the corner
to a poor table, where a cold candle
peaks among a grassy field of melted wax
riddled with burnt fuses.

And near the candle, a dusted white hat
remains anchored to the wooden surface.
She can still smell the stale cigar smoke
lingering in the room. “He’ll be here soon,”
she thinks as her daze slowly sets in.

The world seems quiet
as she fills her eyes with sleep
and the chair continues its march.
Her hands unlock from their grasp
and the screen door gently knocks.