Love, I Set To Question Poem by Rites Ghosh

I set to question my love,
questioned-
and saw
like a child I gathered up
endless trifles
upon you:

my love, as if
sand dunes of the hours-
mild winds decompose
what it builds everywhere

all day long, all day long
only absorbed searches of you
down the corridors-
down so many worlds,
so many questful searches run on

something too known in me
like fluroscent light
of dying night, now
may be too lonely,
wallowing upon this floor
so loose with pointed cliches-
they are scattered
unmindfully


I unclasp the fist of time open,
see valuables vanished
like the magical ones -

wondered I plod after rooms-
curtains hanging down,
furniture placed tidy and cool
upon mind

or untwine with busy hands
quatrain of love's verses
my love, dearly written

undo one by one
each stone of my pledge
made upon in some ruby hours
between each rocky weight
gaps cruelly threatened
day by day to grow;

and l feel cumbrous
to know for sure
life breath has whisked away-
my love failed in
down the chasm of undefined mind.