Look at the sky It’s rather black in October— a ruse that it’s about to rain when it’s only threatening not intending to do any harm or good whatsoever.
Look at the sky keep watching tarry a little, until your eyes get rid of the opulence of wanton lights; you will notice tiny stars blinking like faint candles prodding you to believe that there is a God forging for you a diadem; that there is love as white as snow; and a hope that you would still be breathing yet another day: tomorrow.
Diptesh Augustine Sarkar lives in Serampore, West Bengal and teaches English. His works feature in The Enchanting Echoes 2014 published by The Poetry Society India. An avid reader, Sarkar writes Poetry and Short stories revolving chiefly around the subaltern middle class against urban cityscape. With a novel awaiting publication and another in the making, Sarkar shuffles between the guitar, the piano, and the pen.
Look how the sky changes rapidly though as in fazes stopping still the clouds do hoover like above the trees to look we turn our faces dim though the reality seems recollecting our midnight dreams Dark and rampant with the
Like a stingray it stung me tonight the new moon. A live flame lobbing the sparks. The seduction had bypassed the sleezy love of white egrets. When are you going to make a history by failing to fall? Can I
Sailing in thr ocean of thought, I was left with naught. Sun in water was sinking, My eyes sparkled without blinking. I was in the ocean’s core, Miles away from the shore. A wave flowed me away, With them a