Kousik Adhikari
Dearest darkness,
I can touch you now,
Spell you, cut through your magic veins, count the imprisoned blood That remains a fantasy like an innocent truth,
I covered myself from your gazing eyes, Mind is a beautiful bubble of created rushes Seeming negations
Of myself and you,
And you are an another necessary world Half created, half spelt, only half
Like the cry of mankind amidst the men of your half universe Walking and sorry
Beautiful and dark.
Come Darkness,
In the webs of truth
Where I can open all the doors, routes, heavens and hells With my dry, naked hands,
And only half touch me please As I am walking and sorry.