LISTENING TO DARKNESS

I listen to whispers from lips of darkness

Speaking in a language replete with alphabets

Of your secret dreams to inhabit forever the terrace of my mind

That smacks of the stolen moments of our togetherness ingrained

In the oozings from crushed leaves inside your hands

That fidgeted in the forbidden garden of our sinking lands

Waiting to merge soon into sands of oblivion ;

One where you dwell with shadows of familiar bodies

Waiting to be buried in the grave of Time’s cruel fun ;

And the other one to which I think I belong

Living a life in gay abandon, when I decay like a dead fern

In tune with night wind’s mournful song ;

Darkness wins me back to a peace

That light hardly finds ,

Darkness seals me into a box of memories

Making me enjoy its ceaseless loving grinds .

Copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 18/ 03/15