By: Goutam Roy

Disquiet seas churn—
turbulent ripples shimmer,
dazzled with foam,
a transient resilience,
like a comet’s brief
appearance in the sky.

Within the seething heart,
echoes of light
rise from within,
from the gut’s core,
layering themselves,
yearning to become
one with the ripples
of the sea—to submerge.

In the depths of
inner gravity,
I tremble with the cosmic
rhythm
of a dancing God.