The Sky At My Door- Way

I look to the blue sky relaxing Its sun fed morning and evening showers Peppered face of rain and summer With its folded breath in a horizon lamping as if In deep forest, over the dark and red scars. lest spotless death and life caresse each other as extending its biting arms along in all apprehensions the pavements dwellers stuck here and there all around. All those draped across are almost dead to tunes Of seas, mountain, meadows, earth spun smiles The tunes of conifers soliloquy stands intoxicated In white caped wilderness of the Himalayas or else where. Or the galloping laughter on the beach in summer Mutilated as if being caught in fisherman’s net Appears rasping on the dunes in ruthless alienation Against the time and tide of traveler`s monologue The silhouetted voices of returning birds emaciatedly eluded As if for a peace procession of hungers before the Temples gate glaring foggy eyes of dusky sky At my door- way when the sky is hiding in darkness. Dr. subhendu kar