ZOOMING THROUGH A WINTRY WINDOW.~by Bipul Kalita

 

 

ZOOMING THROUGH A WINTRY WINDOW.

Zooming through a wintry widow
my shaken sight captures
your growth’s tiniest moments
queer scenes that make time dumb
and, I come back to myself from fear…

Fear for losing heart tags me winter
but I lick its surface leisurely,
dip in its depth frequently
and stand by my rigid outlook for life.

Life is a motion with no stoppage
despite its pains and sufferings,
when it stops
whatever be the cause
everything goes into darkness….

Darkness conceals life’s end
so I’m to face the light
struggling to pass the night
readying myself to be vast in style
of playing with time
in blowing its flute with a humble mind…

Mind not my whistling ways of life
I differ from you in views
I suffer from you in views
but experiences tie me with hearts
that shine the common world of mortals.

Copyright@Bipul Chandra Kalita, 20/11/2018