By: Kousik Adhikari
Many years passed since I have stopped to ask you,
Many years since there is a thunder blue hail storm near my windows,
Around my coffee table and the clouds blossoming over the sky
Of our room, No one is lost in the ruin,
No one feels vacant after the rain has stopped,
I could see the portable earth still flowers like an incestuous girl
And the clouds merry making over the cliffs that slants along the horizon,
How mysteriously! What a magic!
You know the meaning of magic
And I know what are mystery and mist and also missing.