Half-Life

Sometimes the earth shivers on the fault line-
half-life reflects the eerie feeling of stasis,
come over me, more slowly than ever before
the moon rays drop haiku moment.

The starlit sky holds vast emptiness,
I read ‘The Outsider’ in a stained paper,
the river bank is hushed, inwardly murmuring
slow tidal evening slides me out.

The flame trees are in flower, I remember
burned amber of late autumn leaves,
I start to think of forest and fire by default-
night birds circle over me, offer one-two words.

Voiceless winds that have never been so intense
amble towards lean fingers, my words turn to ashes.

Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator. He is the author of 22 books published including fourteen volumes of poems in English (includes four edited/ jointly anthology of poems) and eight volumes of poems and prose in Bengali, His poems, translations and book reviews have been published across various journals (includes Indian Literature) worldwide. He has recently edited the book titled ‘Jaillianwala Bagh- Poetic Tributes’. He has attended various poetry festivals in India and abroad. His poems are translated in 10 languages. Read other articles by Gopal.