Uncertainty Poem by Rajashi Sengupta Mothey

The window outside seems strange and cold,
Rays of light unfold, engulfed in a foreboding darkness
of the mind and soul
Am I to hold? Am I to hold?

Distant echoes of forgotten, unspoken words
Raise a thunderous, myriad noise
Unpenetrable yet discerning.

I see you standing, watching me,
With arms open, receiving...
The touch of light upon your face,
The motionless beating of my heart
Am I to hold? Am I to hold?

Tomorrow's a distant dream
Today a nameless reality
A thoughtless process of detangling minds,
Devoured in unfathomable depths of uncertainty.