drenched all hopes
not able to inure
the melancholy
here and now
guilt a little for
those uncertainties
sleep is disturbing
suddenly a seraglio
hope of him awakened
lilt genuineness
unfolded his lissome vision
since years unused a little utilized though
felt mellifluous tunes all over
after he woke up that morning ,
ripple from the base
of unconscious
unknown emollient touch
the pleasant comfort of
thoughtless wandering
he with life enjoying fully
carefree living not dying
avoiding chaotic labyrinthine
scintillating coldness from
the new born conscience of him.

- Bibhuti