Life Is Elsewhere Poem by Prayag Saikia

We are in exile
and life is elsewhere

A quasi-religious feeling grows
after the funeral lament.

We engrave esoteric imagery
for the bereaved time
and
drive the lonesome thought
to sail into the mist.

Through the veil of the ever-expanding horizon,
It's our exodus to Utopia.

With an unbreakable chain of tiny travelogues,
where
time to time we confirm
- death is no death.

We are in exile
and life is far beyond.