“An abandoned house”

Last night

In the growing sense

of disenchantment,

I got outside my abode;

For it was filled with venom,

Breathing poisonous fumes all over me;

How eerie,

My job was just a slave labor;

I was mere a cage bird there,

Moaning and groaning

‘Oh ‘, the filthy cage

made up of tears.

I can hear a voice of yearning

For Mithya,

I can see

the concoction of dirt and desire

behind me,

“An abandoned house”

And enjoying my true nature

in the brahmamuhurta,

Walking on the Elysian ‘field

with scattering lights of the sun.

rajdeep bhattacharya

August 31, 2009 (2:28 pm)

brahmamuhurta—- wee ‘hours

mithya—- illusion