Bidyut Jyoti Sarma

(Guwahati, Assam, India)

Darkness


You want to be close to me
But don't ask me about the
Colours of my life.
Melancholies of night are my favourite identity.
Don't show me a dream
Because I got my first lesson of life
Inside the ribs of my mother's chest.
I am not habituated with dreams!
Don't ask me about the
Colours of love,
Neither flamboyance blown up in my heart
Nor I know the colour of Golden Shower!
I don't know how long a root of faith can sprout,
I never stepped on the valley of relationship!
I have an inborn practice of
Having an affair with darkness!

Submitted: Sunday, June 01, 2014

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  • Gajanan Mishra (6/1/2014 5:25:00 AM)

    very fine writing, affair with darkness, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and say something. (Report) Reply

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