DITTI, BLEEDING AND RESIDUE OF LIFE DESIGN :: JAN 29 ::

ARYANIL MUKHERJEE

 
 

Only sometimes we are able to see chance as a residue of life design.
Mended meanings and casual cloak hanging everywhere.
Under the soot at the top corner, an unread cobweb       and
the inaccess of opportunities lost.
The door still opens and closes cause it’s hinged right.
No one comes in or goes out but there is a noise.
Which is the blue hollow.
From where the accordion grows its vines.
Until green veins rupture.
Crescendos decorate the ditti of bleeding    and
           a hoisted flag flutters as the solo islander sleeps.
Still unaware of his identity.

 
 

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