Immortal desires of the mortal men

Each regal wave surges
whirlpools of mushroom-like foam.


A tiny, slippery drop, like a moment in time, 
straggle out.
Perfect in its roundness,
it catches the rainbow colors,
of the setting sun.


Against the ruthless time,
it slides on my fingertips,
like a borrowed moment,
quivering,
like immortal desires
of the mortal men. 

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About Chaitali Sengupta

Chaitali Sengupta is a writer and a poet by passion, a financial analyst and a language teacher by profession. She’s a translator and volunteer journalist, based in the Netherlands. “Cross Stitched words”, her debut collection of prose-poems, has been recently published by SETU publications, USA. Her two translated works (from Bengali to English) are “Quiet whispers of our heart” & “A thousand words of heart”. She has contributed largely to esteemed international anthologies and online/print literary journals, including Café dissensus, Different Truths, Borderless Journal, Muse India. Her translation of a human interest documentary for the Dutch TV channel NPO.nl was widely appreciated.

9 thoughts on “Immortal desires of the mortal men

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    All the universe captured and explained through a solitary drop of rain.
    For me it instantly evoked that iconic scene in Ridley Scott’s 1982 movie “Blade Runner” where the Replicant Roy Batty sits in a downpour and delivers his soliloquy on the meaning of life.

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  2. Amita Paul

    The title which is also the core concept of the poem is very striking . The simile consistently used throughout the poem , of time as an infinite wave , and the moment , as a drop , reminds one of Homer’s epic similes . The paradox of mortals harbouring immortal desires puts one in mind of Shakespeare’s Cleopatra who states that she has immortal longings in her.

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  3. Amita Paul

    The poem invites reference to Line 278 of Act 5 , Scene 2 , ‘ Antony and Cleopatra’ by the Bard :
    CLEOPATRA
    Give me my robe. Put on my crown. I have
    Immortal longings in me. Now no more
    The juice of Egypt’s grape shall moist this lip.

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