Arpita, -The Blue Butterfly Poem by Subrata Ray

Down and down,
Through the chasm,
Of feelings,
My being blooms in trance,
And therein, in a wingless wing,
My overseas other, dances.

The thoughtless abstract,
With a sudden spring,
In unheard symphony,
Rings in, and rings,
Upon my mirror, reflects the horror,
And in your eye, my pyre burns.

Down and down,
Through your transparent eye,
My soul weans your blue love,
And with colossal jerk, hark! and hark!
And sees the Self, noting in your harp.