Ultimate Shot

I find this clarity like a silent paper. I roll it open, like a
silent city, absolutely frozenly silent, glass-made,
only a heart weaving all limbs of distance together
I try the other leaves
When leaves know nothing but being attuned to the
long cold shadows of mountain range, when the small
flat stone of goddesses carrying lovelier
wild footprints & drops, drops… Blue raindrops,
I mingle into my vision, pebbling,—greening musical aerial
loneliness then clasped through lights or light-brown evening:
it has no compulsion of being serenity in your heart—
"There is an Iceland in every piece of ice
There are auras like Calgary in every thought of Canada"
I once had one such letter from my sister's friend, cruising
through those lines as if Mummy Nature living my unknown mind
There is a no-man's land in every landscape of lustre
Once we were the serendipity, the beauty of the colourless,
the frozen, the ultimate of water-glass, our world being an
ageless parable of love. We then became complete like
a portrait, shot in an eternal moment,
shot by an indecipherable cameraman finally of no trace

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Jayanta Bhaumik is from Kolkata, India, a Research Member of American Federation of Astrologers Inc. His works are available in past or upcoming issues of Poetry Superhighway, Zombie Logic Review, Merak magazine, Pif Magazine, Better Than Starbucks, Mad Swirl, Poppy Road Review, Vita Brevis Journal, Everything in Aspic, Cajun mutt Press, Scarlet Leaf Review, Juked Magazine, and others.