By Mridugunjan Deka
Are you standing there in the dark?
I think you have outshone the dark dressed in black itself.
You said you were biding your time at the feet of a rainbow.
Funnily, maybe,
I had merely imagined you sitting there.
Pretending to catch behind you
The sparks of life
You had squandered
When
You ran from one story to another.
I was happy being the man
Who was the collector
Of endless whispers.
We are waiting for the same boat,
This I tell myself
And let believe myself
Drawing the scene
In the mind's eye
And heart's folly
Of
Sitting
On the other side
Of you
Upon a coal mountain
Across an inked river.
Beautiful and apt?
Beautiful poem and surreal ending. Loved it!