Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 12 May 2024
Wrapped around me
Mahogany branches of night
As dark as history of stars
Can I be aloof to this?
Slowly enter into my skin
The yellowed bodies of books
With strange scent of eternity
Crawling crumpled memories-
One by one, tears of moon
An assembly of melancholy
Windowpane is a silhouette
Of longing and lonesomeness
Dreams are promissory notes
An abyss lurking in mind
The whirlwind of decimation
A distant star dazzles like a cat’s eyes
