There is darkness as there is no light. Darkness is there
that is why candle burns up on table,
circled soft light of candle spreads and
memories of him her them creep up gradually.
Bougainvillea flashes up in darkness
its black shadow burns up, like poetry
how shall I start ? Candle is waxing away in wane,
life gradually moves towards infinity, that is why
someone should start singing. Or should start laughing. Or abuse.
Let conversations begin
From light or darkness whatever places today
I want to start. So many days have been lost unnecessarily,
I do not want to keep silent anymore.