By Jaya Chattopadhyaya
Date: 4 May 1999

Looking Back

A chance start
a voice tasted

suddenly it came alive
like a longlost friend

The longlost flower blossomed 
and with a vigorous speed
it showered in a whole new world

which ached with waterfalls of feelings
that swept you with their force

The waterfall has lulled into a sea
and my boat is calmly sailing

to a safe and right direction
and every now and then,
the turbulent waterfall lurksin the shadows,
to rise,
to simmer,
once again.