by Anindita Bose
(Kolkata, India)
Uncountable silver arrows
came and pricked my thoughts
as i meditated in a greenish
hued land surrounded by
splashes of water from a
stream flowing by
the mist and dusk liberated
the shadows dancing around
me
while i kept staring at the
setting horizon...
blood oozed out from my
unborn thoughts and amidst
that red air
floated the patterns of my
palm lines
i kept calculating the hours
in a senseless expectation to
reach another land
like a tale of flowers who wish
to witness a tomorrow with
lifespan of today