The Mystic Question
Reverberations in the Universe
“Is it this?"
was asked by me as if not knowing
she grinned
Far from the distance
a hoot from the unsettled owl
seemed to percolate through our veins
yet the silence whispered
So many questions like this
have torn the night sky apart
countless uncertainties like this
have shadowed the glow of celestial bodies
This universe has remained witness to
eons of such ecstatic wants
which have made the darkness and starry light
mingle to form a mystic ooze through time
Yet somebody asks somewhere till eternity
"Is it this?"
About the Creator
Arghya Banerjee
realizing the attempt to flourish in this world futile left job from the manufacturing and corporate sector just after an year. now just thrive in penning down while seeking knowledge.
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