Glasses

Blue pastel colours beside the palate stinks today,
Tomorrow the small days will grow old
The shards of glass is hiding my clothes,
Even today the memories remain...
Even today the telephone beside my diary rings
Again and again.

These threads of enchantment,
Have got entangled in my fingers
I have no clue,
How to solve open this knot.
Today very particle of my body seems to remain like the last raga of that night,
That passes through the clouds.

Every evening the lights from the lamps
Blinds me into frenzy
How is this regard?
These dreams make me shudder
I close my eyes to weave a road,
A road to intoxication...tolerance.

If this rains like a storm, there is a way out here
Into a glass of desire
So many times I broke your mirror
To look through the rays into your eyes
But the numb river flows like never before
And the telephone beside the diary rings again and again...

©Madhurima Halder