By: Pijush Kanti Deb
Above in the sky
blue renovates itself in a dark color
and on the land
my dreamy eyes are shown
the merciless back of my love
proceeding towards a new mirror
with a fresh blossom of a innovative spring
garlanding an unknown glittering path
to lead her to a novel world.
I cry and cry again
as I am
with all of my uncooked dreams and longings
but still hopeful
for a new and better occasion
for collocating my disordered heart
looking alternately at my unfinished love story
and at the flying cuckoo again and again.
I stop my crying,
maybe , it’s an intermission,
after a few moments
again the wheels will move
to fetch a fresh love-bird for me
matching its color with the color of my hopeful heart.