About Something Poem by Indranil Chakraborty

To understand the sorrow of a second I gave myself a second thought of getting sub -atomic; then for the third time I inherited the lone universe sitting ghostly human under a prophet tree, a seer dog by my side sleeps and snores. Bliss of boredom is infallible. Like Gods sleep when people die; I sat on silence eyeing on his aloof prophecy. Somewhere in the rooftops there was peace raining; hopes emerged from chilled beer cans and half -burnt cigarettes.Hopes are but youthful obsessions. Being forgetful about the old moon yet overflowing in its love light we sank in its imaginary vision.
The Dog and I.
I and the Dog.